Omar learned that and niceness are not the same. Niceness was his armor, used to avoid being disliked. Kindness, however, required honesty.

But internally, Omar was exhausted. He felt like a shadow of a person, disappearing into the needs of others. He missed his daughter’s piano recital because he was finishing a report for a coworker who had left early for a "hair appointment." That night, looking at his daughter’s disappointed face, something snapped. The First "No"

The next Monday, the same coworker approached his desk. "Omar, could you just polish this presentation for me? I have a lunch date."

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