Ahmed arrived home in the early evening, the day's shadows stretching long and cool across the village. The sunset bathed the world in a warm, golden hue, a serene backdrop for the events of the day. He walked with a heavy heart towards his daughter, Dot, who was waiting for him with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The sight of her brought a pang of nostalgia; she looked so much like her late mother. Dot's flowing orange hair and her bright eyes were a striking reminder of the woman Ahmed had lost.
As he approached, Dot looked up with a hopeful gaze. Ahmed took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. "Dot," he began, his tone gentle but burdened. "I need to talk to you about today's discussions."
