My mornings were chaos. My boss, Margaret? A nightmare. Always cold, always judging—especially my lateness. But everything changed the day I snapped… and saw behind her mask. After a rough morning with my three kids, I arrived late to work—again. Margaret scolded me, harshly. I lashed out, accusing her of having “nothing but this job.” The office went silent. I braced for,
the fallout.But Margaret didn’t fire me. Instead, she disappeared into her office—silent, shaken.The next day, I found a photo in her drawer: her smiling, holding a baby. On the back: