That evening at the dinner table sat Yugh, Yusuf, and their parents. A heavy silence reigned, broken only by the faint clink of cutlery. Finally, Yugh shattered the quiet. He believed this was the right moment to tell his family his decision. đ
"Mom, Dad... I've resigned from my job," he said, his voice low.
"Resigned?!" his mother echoed, her eyes wide with shock as she looked at him. đČ
"I knew this wasn't right for you," his father said, his tone a mix of frustration and an old, suppressed 'I told you so'. "That's why I told you to join my businesses when you were twenty. But you insisted you wanted to be a doctor. You've spent half your life on that, and now you're done." đ€
"Darling, stop saying such harsh things. He must have his reasons..." his mother interjected, directing her words at his father.
"I need to live the rest of my life freely," Yugh explained, his gaze fixed on his plate. "I need to make amends for my mistakes. I need to experience the things I've missed out on." đ
"You're right to think about yourself, brother," Yusuf said, offering a supportive pat on Yugh's back. "It's important to take care of your own heart."
After that, everyone returned to the meal, the tension easing slightly but not dissipating. Yugh continued eating, his mind already far away from the table, turning over the vast, uncertain landscape of his future and what shape, if any, his peace would take. đ±