New Neighbor

Karen

Arriving home after an exhausting twenty-four-hour shift, exhaustion settles into every fiber of my being. What I desire most, in fact, is simply to rest. But, as is customary when I return home, consciousness sets in: I have a six-year-old son who longs for my attention after so many hours apart.

With a strength bordering on superhuman, after taking a shower to wake up and a hot bowl of soup, I muster enough energy to collapse onto the living room carpet, a silent invitation for Otávio's playtime. His eyes shine with anticipation, and even in the face of my exhaustion, I search within myself for the energy needed to share that moment with him.

The outlines of a puzzle spread out before us, and I, barely able to keep my eyes open, try to focus on the task at hand. Little Otávio, with his boundless energy, seems not to grasp the extent of my exhaustion. He shows me piece by piece, and with a forced smile, I dive into the activity, offering what little patience and attention I hav