Matei stood in the hallway of his childhood home, the floorboards creaking under a weight that wasn't just physical. He had spent twenty years in the city, building a business, answering phones, and "winning." Or so he thought.
He realized he had traded his "green years" for gold coins that couldn't buy back a single sunset. He had missed his mother’s last birthdays and the quiet peace of the hills. His hair hadn't turned gray from old age; it had turned gray from the friction of a life lived in a hurry.
He walked to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. When he looked up, he didn't see the ambitious boy who had left the village. He saw a man with deep lines around his eyes and silver streaks at his temples.
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