Standing in the shadows of the hallway, I watch the board members file out, their faces a mix of determination and fatigue.
They pass by without a glance, their minds on the decisions made in that room.
The meeting is over, but the consequences linger, unresolved.
I feel a pang of regret, a wish that I had found the courage to speak up.
But silence was my choice, and I must live with it.
The cleaner’s uniform I wear feels heavier now, a reminder of the roles we all play.
As the last of the board members disappears down the corridor, I turn away, the mop in my hands a familiar weight.
There is work to be done, both here and in the life I’ve chosen outside these walls.
For now, I’ll continue to mop the floors, to listen and learn.
Maybe one day, I’ll find the courage to step out of the shadows and into the light.
