So, I thought I'd take another pass at this this evening. Starting a new job tomorrow, so won't likely be on as much. Still, less responsibility, fewer hours, and more pay - who am I to argue with that?

I'll paste the text here and the link to the audio passage. I particularly like this one as I have a weakness for my darling nieces and goddaughter and Wójek is what they call me, meaning 'uncle.' I always melt a little inside when I am called that. It is a very meaningful term of endearment one can give to an older relative or close family friend and all I want to do is be their guardian, just as Wójek is in this passage.

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The nursery hallway was quiet, its padded walls dulling the sounds from within. Wójek sat just left of the entrance, boots planted square, hands resting on his thighs. Fatigues crisp. Plate carrier in place. His rifle was mounted above, secured high on the wall, well out of a child's reach.

A woman arrived with a girl in tow. The child spotted him instantly.

“Wójek!”

She bolted forward and climbed clumsily onto his knee. He caught her with one hand, gently but firmly, steadying her as she wobbled, then rested his palm lightly on her shoulder. The other hand stayed relaxed on his thigh.

He smiled. Just for her. A flicker of warmth behind a face built for silence.

Her mother returned his nod, quiet and grateful.

Another parent joined her, watching the scene. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment. “Have you ever seen him in civvies?”

The woman shook her head. “Not once.”

Footsteps approached. Another fighter passed down the corridor. Wójek’s expression dulled, the smile gone, replaced by the blank composure of a man back on duty. He gave a short nod to the soldier.

The girl hummed something tuneless, kicking her boots against his leg in time. He didn’t move. He just kept watch.

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Thoughts and constructive criticism most welcome, as always.