Diapers in my son’s backpack? I had to figure out what he was hiding

Balancing work and family is never easy, and sometimes, in the pursuit of professional success, we unintentionally neglect those closest to us. That was exactly what happened to me. Ever since my father passed away, I had been overwhelmed by the responsibility of keeping his company, Riverside Developments, running. He had built it from the ground up, dedicating years of hard work to turn it into a successful business. I felt an immense obligation to preserve his legacy and ensure that his efforts were not in vain.

However, in my relentless pursuit of keeping the company afloat, I became blind to what mattered even more—my own family. Continues…

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