The days had slipped by like shadows, dark and relentless, until only a day remained before the elections.
My mind churned with a tumult of emotions.. anxiety, excitement, fear, and hope all twisted together into an agonizing knot in my stomach.
The walls of the party office felt like they were closing in on me as I sat at my desk, surrounded by the remnants of late-night strategy meetings and whispered discussions of policy and promises. Papers lay scattered, each filled with statistics and projections, but none of them seemed to matter in this moment.
The reality was that tomorrow would determine my future in politics..
My family had come by to support me. I appreciated their unwavering faith, but I could also feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on me.
As I glanced up from the stack of papers, I caught sight of Mom, her eyes filled with a mixture of pride and worry.
