Rita's Point Of View
"Indeed she is," I murmured, watching the heavy glass doors of the grand skyscraper settle back into place, swallowing my daughter into that massive world of high finance and corporate warfare. My throat tightened, my voice carrying that slight, scratchy tremble that always surfaced when I had to leave her behind.
She looked so small against those giant concrete pillars, yet she walked with the confidence of someone who owned every brick of the foundation. The contradiction squeezed at my heart… my baby girl, all grown up and fearless, navigating a world I barely understood. "She grew up when we weren't looking, Charles," I said softly, my words barely audible above the city's morning hum. "She became a lioness while I was still worrying about her catching a cold in the rain."
