As Scarlet sat at her desk, the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders, she found herself lost in a sea of paperwork, drowning in doubts and uncertainties. The question lingered in her mind like a persistent echo: Would they be proud of her? Was she even on the right path?
Taking a moment to break away from the monotony, she reached for her cup of honey lavender and chamomile tea, its soothing aroma enveloping her senses. With each sip, warmth spread through her body, offering a brief respite from the chaos of her thoughts.
Leaning back in her chair, Scarlet allowed her mind to drift, seeking solace in memories of brighter days. And then, like a beam of sunlight piercing through the clouds, one particular memory emerged from the depths of her consciousness.
In the memory, Scarlet found herself seated in a brightly lit cave, the air filled with the scent of grilled cheese sandwiches and the sound of laughter. Across from her sat her mentor, Sniffles, a racoon-kin with a mischievous glint in her eyes wrote a few questions on a piece of slate before she slide it over to Scarlet.
"Why did Aunty Áskatla take you in?" young Scarlet had asked, her curiosity piqued.
With a playful grin, Sniffles leaned forward, her whiskers twitching in amusement. "Well, you see, my dear Berry, you don't need to have qualifications to be a math teacher, you just need a face like this," she guestered to her face, "to be let into rich people's houses and once there, you can eat their cheese."
Scarlet couldn't help but giggle at Sniffles' response. "So, you went for the cheese?"
"Of course!" Sniffles chuckled, taking another bite of her sandwich. "Wouldn't you?"
Contemplating for a moment, Scarlet shook her head. "No, I don't think so. I want to be a language teacher."
Sniffles nodded approvingly. "That's the spirit, Cherry-Berry. Follow your passion. But don't forget, even if math isn't your favorite, it's still important. I believe it will be your greatest strenght."
Scarlet sighed, her youthful defiance giving way to reluctant acceptance. "Yes, Mommy... I mean, Sniffles."
With a tender smile, Sniffles pulled Scarlet into a warm embrace. "I love you, Cherry-Berry. And whatever you need me to be, I'll always be here for you."
As the memory faded, Scarlet returned to the present, her heart heavy with gratitude and longing. "You were right, Sniffles," she whispered to herself, her fingers tracing the lines of the ledgers before her. "Math may not be my favorite, but it's where I excel. Thank you, even if I hate it."