Jake struggled with one of Kelly’s large and heavy trunks, dragging it along the ground as he strained to make it move. He only made it halfway to the SUV before his wife spotted his difficulty and came over to help. Klara, who had been hitting the gym with Kelly all summer to regain her pre-pregnancy fitness, was now noticeably muscular and lifted the trunk by the handle effortlessly with one hand and slid it easily into the back of the SUV.

“Let Kelly and I handle the big heavy stuff,” she told her husband.

Jake looked up at his wife appreciatively and nodded. At some point during the summer, Klara’s fitness journey had ceased to be about losing the baby weight; she clearly enjoyed how muscular she was becoming and wanted the world to know it. The green tank top she was wearing for the trip showed off her impressive biceps, while the skintight workout pants showed off her powerful legs.

 When Jake had suggested that she wear something more appropriate for visiting their daughter’s new school, Klara had shut him down immediately. She had to dress professionally all week, she told him, and she was damned if she was going to wear her professional attire on a day off. When he had suggested jeans instead, Klara had just complained that her legs were too muscular now to fit into her jeans, and that Jake hadn’t been proactive enough about ordering new ones to fit her bulky frame. At that point, he’d let the matter drop.

As Kelly brought out an oversized suitcase and slid it into the SUV next to the trunk, Klara exchanged a knowing look with her daughter, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they’d strengthened through physical exertion and mutual support leading the family. The mother-daughter duo, with their newfound strength, shared a camaraderie that had further divided the family along gender lines.

Jake, with Kristina in his arms, marveled at the sight of the two strong women in his life. They possessed a strength and vitality that he and Kyle couldn’t hope to match. Fortunately, they were able to find their own ways to contribute to the family dynamic.

As the SUV was loaded with luggage and snacks, Kyle emerged from the house with a box of his own belongings that he would be lending to Nadira for the school year. His timing was uncanny, because just as we walked down the front steps, Ms. Reed pulled up in her own luxury SUV, packed to the brim with barely enough room for her and Nadira in the front seats.

Ms. Reed stepped out of her vehicle with a warm smile, her appearance immaculately polished despite the early hour. She approached Klara and Kelly, shaking Klara’s hand and giving Kelly a quick hug in greeting.

“Good morning! I hope you’re all ready for the big day,” Ms. Reed said, her eyes scanning the packed SUV. “Looks like you’ve got everything but the kitchen sink in there.”

Kelly nodded toward Ms. Reed’s vehicle and chuckled, “You’re one to talk!”

Ms. Reed laughed ruefully. “True, true. But between you and me, I’m convinced the kitchen sink would fit if I rearranged a few things.”

Nadira got out of the passenger’s side of her older sister’s vehicle, a mix of excitement and nervousness in her eyes. She exchanged pleasantries with Klara and Kelly, and as her eyes met Kyle’s, a subtle blush crept onto her cheeks. The two teenagers shared a brief, awkward smile, both aware of the changes in their relationship and the challenges that awaited them trying to handle long distance.

The group engaged in small talk, the air filled with a blend of anticipation and farewell. Jake, holding Kristina, observed the interactions, a mix of emotions swirling within him. As the conversation continued, he couldn’t shake the unease he had been feeling about Ms. Reed and Mark at work. Still, today was about the girls, so he tried to put the drama at work out of his mind.

“My parents should be arriving shortly to watch Kristina while we’re gone,” Jake explained. “We’ll hit the road once they get here.”

“I can’t believe how big she’s gotten!” Ms. Reed observed, starting down at the squirming baby in his arms.

“I know!” Jake replied. “Infant girls grow so fast! Soon she’ll be too big for me to carry like this.”

In his peripheral vision, Jake caught Kyle eying his baby sister warily. Nadira seemed to sense his unease, and placed a protective hand on his shoulder.

“I wish I could ride with you and your sister,” Kyle told her.

Nadira smiled, and crouched down to be closer to Kyle’s eye level. “With everything I’m bringing, there just isn’t enough room. But I’m so glad you’ll be there to help me move in.”

“Me too,” Kyle replied, his voice thick with emotion.

Their tender moment was interrupted by the arrival of Jake’s parents, pulling up in their reliable sedan. Gran and Grandpa Mitty greeted their family, beaming with joy at the sight of their grandchildren and eager to watch Kristina for the day.

Jake handed Kristina over to his father, who cradled the baby with practiced ease. “Don’t you worry, Jake. We’ll take good care of her,” his mother assured him, her eyes filled with grandmotherly affection.

With the baby in capable hands, the rest of the group gathered for a final round of hugs and well-wishes. Since Ms. Reed was a Penelope Exeter alumna, she knew the drive well and would be leading the convoy with Klara following closely behind. The atmosphere in both vehicles was a mix of excitement, trepidation, and anticipation. This would be the longest Kelly had ever been away from her family, and it would be a big change for both the Tsais and the Reeds.

The two vehicles winded along the scenic route, with bursts of animated conversation punctuated by contemplative silence as the reality of the upcoming separation settled in. Shortly after crossing into Vermont from Matripolis, they decided to stop for breakfast at the Pink Peggy, an old railway car diner in Margareton. The diner, a charming establishment with its long counter and small old fifties jukeboxes at each booth, offered a cozy respite from the road. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.

As they settled into a corner booth, the atmosphere lightened. Ms. Reed shared stories about her own experiences at Penelope Exeter Academy, mixing funny anecdotes with useful practical advice. Both teenage girls absorbed the conversation with a mix of fascination and nervousness, eager to create their own memories at the prestigious boarding school while feeling a little intimidated by such a major change in their lives.

They weren’t seated for long when the waitress, a tall middle-aged woman with broad shoulders and a friendly demeanor, approached the Tsai family’s booth with a notepad in hand. She smiled warmly at the group as she introduced herself.

“Good morning, folks! Welcome to the Pink Peggy. My name’s Darlene, and I’ll be takin’ care of you today. Ready to order?”

Klara, Ms. Reed, Kelly, and Nadira quickly placed their orders, but when Darlene turned her attention to Jake and Kyle, her tone and choice of words took an unexpected turn.

Darlene’s gaze shifted to Jake and Kyle, her smile widening as she addressed them in a tone that carried a hint of condescension. “And how about you, boys? What can I get for my two handsome little fellas here?”

Jake and Kyle exchanged awkward glances, taken aback by the unexpected shift in tone. Kelly stifled a giggle, and even Ms. Reed couldn’t hide a smirk. Nadira, sensing her boyfriend’s discomfort, tried to suppress a smile but found it difficult.

Jake cleared his throat, attempting to regain some semblance of dignity. “Uh, I’ll have two eggs over easy with bacon, please.”

Darlene looked skeptical. “Are you sure? That’s a lot of food for a little guy like you.”

“I’m sure,” Jake replied, crossing his arms out of frustration.

The waitress just shrugged, and turned her attention to Kyle. “And what can I get for you, little boy? Perhaps a kiddie menu and a coloring book?” she suggested, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Jake and Kyle exchanged incredulous glances, the discomfort growing more palpable.

“No thank you,” Kyle responded, trying to maintain his composure. “I’ll have a Belgian waffle with strawberries.”

Darlene just rolled her eyes. “You’re as stubborn as he is. I sure hope your eyes aren’t bigger than your stomachs.”

“I love her sense of humor!” Kelly exclaimed as the waitress walked away to put their order in with the kitchen.

Klara and the Reed sisters nodded in agreement. Jake and Kyle fumed silently.

As breakfast progressed, the women at the table continued to be amused by Jake and Kyle’s growing embarrassment at the way Darlene kept speaking to them.

Noticing the guys’ discomfort, the other waitress working the shift made a brief discreet stop at their table. She was a lot younger than Darlene, only a couple years older than Kelly and Nadira.

“I wouldn’t take it personally,” she told them. “Darlene’s like that with all of the men who come in here. Just be glad you’re not her poor husband!”

Jake and Kyle continued to feel awkward as Darlene’s banter persisted, but the younger waitress’s reassurance helped them take it in stride. And when the food arrived, everybody agreed that their breakfasts were excellent. By the time they finished, even Darlene had to admit that she’d underestimated the appetites of the “little boys.”

While Klara settled the bill at the register and Ms. Reed left a generous tip on the table for Darlene, Jake headed outside with the girls and Kyle to wait. He soon found himself shivering, the first brisk hints of autumn in the September air. When Klara finally came out of the restaurant, she saw the goosebumps on his arms and shot him a scornful look.

“You guys get cold so easily with your skinny little limbs,” she observed. “I told you should have worn a jacket.”

“I know”, Jake mumbled in response, looking down at his feet to avoid the weight of his wife’s stare.

Klara turned to Kelly. “I think I saw one of your old plaid shirts in the back when we were loading up the car this morning. See if you can fish it out for your father.”

When Kelly yanked it loose and brought to Jake, he recognized it as one his daughter had outgrown years ago. But while it was now far too small for his daughter, it was comically oversized on him. The short sleeves came down past his elbows and the bottom hem came down nearly to his knees. His wife and the Reed sisters were all giggling at the sight of him, and even Kyle was struggling to stifle a smirk.

Still, Jake was willing to bear this latest indignity because his daughter’s old shirt did help with the chill. Once the ladies got their laughter under control, the two families returned to their respective vehicles and resumed the road trip to Herovia. The scenic drive continued uneventfully, passing through picturesque landscapes as they headed to the elite school.

As the two vehicles crossed over the Connecticut River, leaving Vermont behind and entering Herovia, the quaint charms of downtown Brattleboro made way for the rolling hills and lush greenery along the Harriet Kendrick Highway. The anticipation in the air was palpable, both for the girls embarking on their new chapter at Penelope Exeter Academy and for the families accompanying them.

The last 170 kilometers across southern Herovia passed quickly, and soon enough a road sign along State Route 27 announced that they were entering the town of Exeter. Ms. Reed, in the lead vehicle, navigated the familiar streets with ease. The Tsai family followed closely behind, trying to take in the community that Kelly and Nadira would be living in for the next four years.

The academy itself, nestled within a vast expanse of manicured lawns and historic buildings, appeared like a scene from a postcard as they approached. The sight of Penelope Exeter’s grand entrance, flanked by towering oak trees, left an indelible impression on both girls. The sprawling campus, with its ivy-covered red brick buildings and manicured lawns, exuded an air of tradition and excellence.

At the top of the hill, Ms. Reed and then Klara spoke through the driver’s side window with a girl from the upper grades who was helping coordinate things. Impeccably dressed in school colors, the helpful young woman indicated where they could park to unload their vehicles. As everyone climbed out, they were greeted by the crisp air of the early September afternoon.

The Tsais and the Reeds joined the hustle and bustle of other families, unloading luggage and belongings from their vehicles. The student volunteers, identified by their matching shirts and friendly smiles, offered assistance and guidance. The air was filled with a mix of nervous excitement and the sense that something significant was unfolding.

Kelly and Nadira took in their surroundings with a mix of awe and trepidation. The reality of leaving home began to set in. At a folding table set up near the unloading area, they learned that their request to be roommates had been approved. The room they had been assigned  was on the third floor of Bancroft Hall. They were introduced to their floor’s resident assistant, a friendly and welcoming upperclassman named Sophie, who led them towards their assigned dormitory.

As Sophie led the two families across the campus, she explained the history of Penelope Exeter Academy as they walked. The town had been founded in 1638 by Mary Exeter, a Coven of England priestess who fled England when her liberal theology conflicted with Queen Elizabeth VI’s hardline views. Nearly a century and a half later, merchant and banker Penelope Exeter returned to the town her grandmother had founded and used her vast wealth to establish a school which would instill in the region’s most promising young women the virtues of goodness and knowledge. Early in the twentieth century, oil baroness Florence Caldwell made a sizable donation to the school under the condition that it adopt the “Caldwell method” of instruction, an educational framework that is student-driven rather than teacher-driven.

When they reached Bancroft Hall, Sophie held open the heavy wooden door for the group to enter. Jake was grateful for her assistance; he could barely reach the door handle, and he doubted he had the strength to open it. Inside, the spacious foyer had an air of timeless elegance, with a sweeping staircase leading to the upper floors. The walls on both sides were adorned with portraits of distinguished alumnae, creating an atmosphere steeped in tradition and academic excellence.

Upon reaching Bancroft’s third floor, the air was filled with the hum of anticipation and the shuffle of students settling into their new homes. Shuffling through her purse, Sophie took out two keys. She handed one to Nadira and used the other to unlock a door at the end of the hall. The door to Kelly and Nadira’s room swung open, revealing a bright and cozy space with twin beds, twin desks, an old fireplace, and a large window overlooking the campus.

Sophie smiled warmly, her helpful demeanor shining through. She handed the second key to Kelly and waved them inside. “Here you go, Room 314. Make yourselves at home!”

Kelly and Nadira stepped into their new shared space, the excitement and nervousness evident in their expressions. The room, though smaller than their bedrooms at home, radiated a sense of possibility and independence.

As they began unpacking, Sophie lingered in the doorway, offering guidance and answering questions about dorm life and the academy’s traditions. She encouraged the girls to get involved in extracurricular activities and assured them that the initial homesickness would soon be replaced by a sense of belonging.

While the girls settled into their room, their mothers engaged in friendly conversation with Sophie in the hallway. They discussed the changes in Penelope Exeter Academy since Ms. Reed’s time as a student. Ms. Reed seemed to enjoy reminiscing about her youthful experiences at the school, and Sophie seemed genuinely interested to hear more about the school’s past.

Meanwhile, Jake and Kyle stood on the periphery, observing the interactions. Sophie, maintaining a professional demeanor, turned her attention toward them. “So, Jake and Kyle, if you have any questions or need assistance, feel free to ask. I’m here to help.”

Jake appreciated the offer but felt a bit out of place. “Thank you, Sophie. We appreciate your help getting them settled in. I guess we’ll let them unpack and get acclimated.”

Sophie’s mouth tightened at the little man’s words.

“One thing though: Here at Penelope Exeter, students are seen for the leaders they will become. As such, it is tradition for men to address us more formally here on campus. Accordingly, I would prefer it if you call me Ms. Sacco while you’re with us here on campus.”

Sophie’s polite insistence on the formal address caught Jake and Kyle slightly off guard, but they nodded in understanding.

“Of course, Ms. Sacco. We appreciate your help,” Jake responded with a friendly smile.

“Thank you for clarifying, Ms. Sacco,” Kyle added, trying to match his father’s amicable tone.

Sophie nodded appreciatively, her demeanor softening. “You’re welcome, boys. And like I said, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. The transition to academy life can be an adjustment for families too.”

As she made her way down the hallway to assist other students and families, Jake and Kyle exchanged bemused glances. The practice seemed a bit antiquated and stuffy, but they recognized that traditions were important at a place like Penelope Exeter Academy with such a long and storied history.

Soon enough, it was time to head back downstairs and unload the remaining items from the SUVs. The division of labor was evident—the women and girls effortlessly carried the big, heavy stuff, while Jake and Kyle handled smaller, lighter loads.

“Kyle, grab those pillows and blankets. We’ll need them to make the beds cozy,” Klara instructed, as she and Kelly carried a heavy wooden dresser.

Kyle nodded and quickly gathered the bedding, maneuvering his way through the crowded hallways. The dormitory’s atmosphere buzzed with excitement and nervous energy as families worked together to create comfortable living spaces for their daughters.

Meanwhile, Jake followed behind juggling a collection of smaller items—clothing, toiletries, and various other lightweight personal belongings. He marveled at the efficiency with which the women handled the larger furniture, admiring their strength and endurance. The division of labor based on traditional gender roles played out with the other families all around him too. Jake and Kyle were satisfied with their smaller contributions, recognizing that every little bit still helped.

After a dozen or so trips, all of the girls’ stuff had made it up into Room 314 and it was starting to take on a bit of their personalities. As Jake and Kyle worked together to make the beds, Sophie returned with two men. One was in his early twenties, while the other was even older than Jake.

“Bert and Ernesto, I’d like to introduce you to Ms. Tsai and Ms. Reed. Kelly and Nadira, Bert and Ernesto are the domestic assistants for our floor. They’ll be doing your laundry, emptying your trash, and vacuuming your floors.”

The two men peered up at Kelly and Nadira, but didn’t say anything.

“Bert and Ernesto are here to ensure that you can focus on your studies,” Sophie continued. “They’ll take care of the things your fathers and brothers probably did for you back at home. They’ll stop by to drop off your clean clothes Wednesday mornings, and you can let them know then if there’s anything else you need assistance with.”

Kelly and Nadira bent down to offer the two men polite hellos. Bert and Ernesto nodded in acknowledgment, their expressions deferential and reserved.

As Sophie ushered the domestic assistants to the next room, Kelly and Nadira turned their attention back to Jake and Kyle, instructing them as they unpacked the remaining trunks and suitcases.

Once everything had been unpacked, a touch of preemptive homesickness crept into the dormitory’s atmosphere. The families were adjusting to the new reality of separation, and the girls were navigating the unfamiliar terrain of dorm life.

“Maybe we can find a good spot for a group photo before we part ways,” Klara suggested, as it became clear that everyone was reluctant to say their goodbyes.

Kelly and Nadira, not yet ready for their families to go, agreed enthusiastically. The Tsais and the Reeds set out to explore the picturesque grounds of Penelope Exeter Academy. Sophie, with her knowledge of the campus, offered to guide them to a scenic spot that would serve as the perfect backdrop for a memorable photo.

As they strolled through the manicured lawns and admired the historical architecture, the families chatted about the experiences that awaited Kelly and Nadira. Ms. Reed and Sophie compared and contrasted their experiences at Penelope Exeter, pointing out things that had changed while highlighting other things that had remained the same.

Jake and Kyle had to jog to keep ups with the ladies’ longer strides, and they were just starting to feel a bit winded when the group reached a charming courtyard framed by brick campus buildings with a fountain in the center. The families agreed that it was an ideal location for the photo. Sophie offered to take it for them, and Klara handed Sophie her phone.

Sophie expertly positioned everyone, with the much smaller guys in the middle, the far taller ladies flanking them on either side, and the elegant architecture of Penelope Exeter Academy perfectly framed in the background. The families gathered close, creating a tableau of mixed emotions—excitement, pride, and the unmistakable tinge of bittersweet farewells.

“Say cheese!” Sophie called out with a friendly smile. The camera clicked, immortalizing the Tsai and Reed families on the cusp of a significant chapter in their lives. “And just to be safe, let me get a few more.”

As the families lingered in the courtyard, emotions ran high as the families exchanged hugs and well-wishes.

Kelly pulled her brother into a tight hug. “Be good while I’ve gone, Kyle. Listen to Mom. And look after Dad and Kristina, okay?”

Kyle nodded, not one to openly display his emotions. But his voice definitely caught as he surprised everyone with a heartfelt, “Take care, sis. I’ll really miss you.”

When Klara pulled her oldest daughter into a tight embrace, Kelly started sobbing. Nadira was a bit more reserved as she hugged her big sister goodbye.

“I wish Mom and Dad were here, Imani.”

Ms. Reed looked back at her sympathetically. “I know. They wanted to be here, but Mom had a work commitment that she couldn’t get out of, and there was just no way to make the travel work.”

“I’m so grateful that you’re here, though. You’re such a great big sister.” And now it was Ms. Reed’s turn to start sobbing.

After everybody had said their goodbyes, Klara gave the two girls a few parting words of wisdom.

“Take care of each other, and remember, we’re just a call away,” Klara advised, her eyes reflecting both pride and a touch of maternal concern.

“We believe in you and your ability to do great things,” Ms. Reed added. “And I promise you that soon enough it will feel like you have a second family here at Penelope Exeter Academy. Just give it a little time.”

Both girls nodded, still clearly very emotional.

As Jake and Kyle followed Klara and Ms. Reed back to the SUVs, the mood was a mix of nostalgia, pride, and a sense of loss. The scenic surroundings of the academy’s campus seemed to echo with the sentiments of the families navigating this significant transition.

They had just made it back to the parking lot when a girl’s voice suddenly shouted out, “Kyle!”

Turning around, they watched as Nadira raced toward them.

Before Kyle could say anything, she pulled him into a tight hug that lifted him right off the ground. Still suspended off the ground in her arms, Kyle gave her a passionate kiss.

“Don’t forget about me,” Nadira made him promise when their lips finally parted.

Kyle, a tear running down his cheek, just smiled. “Forget you? Impossible.”

Nadira, lowering him back down toward the ground, found herself laughing even as she was crying. “We’ll get through this. It’s just a few months until the holidays, right?”

“Yeah,” Kyle replied, squeezing her hand as he looked up into her eyes. “We’ll make it work.”

As two teenagers exchanged a final wave, the adults got back to their respective vehicles, each carrying a mix of emotions. Once Kyle had buckled himself into his booster seat, the two SUVs took off for home.

The drive back to Matripolis was subdued. The sun had begun its descent, casting a warm glow across the landscape. Jake occasionally glanced at Klara, a silent understanding passing between them. They were proud of their daughter but couldn’t shake the pang of emptiness that came with leaving her behind.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do without them,” Kyle said as Klara pulled into their driveway. “Kelly’s been at my side since I was born, and Nadira was my best friend long before she became my girlfriend.”

Klara shot him a sympathetic glance via the rear view mirror as she parked the SUV in the driveway. The atmosphere inside the vehicle was heavy with the weight of recent goodbyes. Jake unbuckled himself from his own booster seat, turned back toward Kyle, placed a reassuring hand on his son’s shoulder.
“It’s a big adjustment, Kyle,” Jake acknowledged, his voice filled with understanding. “But remember, it’s not about doing without. It’s about finding new ways to grow and connect, both with your sister and with Nadira.”

“Yeah, Dad,” Kyle sighed, looking out of the window as the memories of the day played in his mind. “I know. It’s just… different.”

Klara turned off the engine, and the quiet settled over the car. The reality of the changed dynamics in the Tsai household sank in. Kyle, so carefree and easygoing over the summer, was grappling with the sense of loss. Jake and Klara exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging the complexity of the moment.

“We’ll find our new normal, buddy,” Jake reassured, squeezing Kyle’s shoulder gently. “And hey, you’ve still got Kristina to keep you on your toes.”

But Kyle looked more disconcerted than comforted. “She’s still staying over with Gran and Grandpa tonight, right?”

“Yeah,” Klara replied, misunderstanding the tension in his voice. “But don’t worry, she’ll be home in the morning.”

As the Tsai family entered the house, they all felt Kelly’s absence keenly, as the quiet halls echoed with a newfound sense of space. Still, the familiarity of their home felt comforting and the unusual quiet somehow poignant. Klara immediately headed into her den to respond to the work emails that had piled up while they were dropping the girls off. Jake, sensing the mix of emotions, suggested that he and Kyle fix a late dinner together, deciding that some father-son time and a nice meal would bring some warmth to the family’s suddenly emptier home.

When the ultrasound revealed that the baby was a girl, Kelly and Klara were absolutely ecstatic while Jake’s sense of foreboding only grew. Soon, Klara and Kelly were deep into discussions about baby names, nursery themes, and future plans for the family. Jake felt a bit like a spectator, his input neither sought nor valued.

At the office, the restructuring meant that Jake’s role had shifted, and he now found himself restricted to handling routine tasks while Sarah took over his higher level responsibilities. Meanwhile, Ms. Reed and his sister spent more and more time behind closed doors together strategizing. While he understood the necessity of the changes, and his days were certainly less stressful, it still stung a bit to see his younger sister getting opportunities that were denied to him. And he couldn’t help but notice the way she’d instantly commanded the respect of team members who had never been respectful to him.

As Jake navigated these personal and professional shifts, life continued for the twins. The eighth graders faced a significant milestone as they prepared for the Secondary Education Admissions Examination. For girls like Kelly, the exam determined how many high schools they would be invited to attend. However, for boys, it dictated whether they could proceed to high school at all. A sizable majority of the eighth grade boys would be diverted to the Male Academy track to focus instead on mastering domestic responsibilities in order to be ideal husband material.

As the examination day approached, the twins navigated a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The outcome would not only shape their educational future but also influence the opportunities and expectations awaiting them in the years to come. While Kelly was outwardly confident, her parents and brother caught glimpses of stress she was feeling. Kyle didn’t have much to say about the looming exam at all. When he was asked from time to time if he was worried about it, he just shrugged and changed the subject.

When the day of the examination arrived, the weight of societal expectations rested heavily upon the twins’ shoulders as they entered the examination hall. Their respective performances that day would not only shape their individual destinies but also highlight the stark divergence in the paths available to them based on their gender.

As Kelly took her seat among the rows of desks, her eyes focused on the exam paper in front of her. Confidence radiated from her posture, but a subtle tension lingered beneath the surface. She was one of the standouts of her year, and she knew only too well that unto whomsoever much is given, much shall be required. It wasn’t enough for her to do well. She had to ace the exam, or she would bitterly disappoint herself and the women—family, teachers, even her peers—who believed in her.

Kyle, in a separate room with much smaller desks, faced a different set of challenges. The exam carried a different significance for boys—one that could potentially redirect their educational journey completely. The bar for boys to continue to pursue academic scholarship was high. Kyle knew that his father had cleared that high bar, and expected him to do so as well. Still, Kyle maintained a calm exterior. His gaze focused on the questions, and he answered each one with the same measured approach that he used for most aspects of his life. The looming possibility of being directed to a Male Academy didn’t seem to faze him.
Afterward, Klara and Jake tried to get the twins to weigh in on how they thought they did. But despite their best efforts, Kelly and Kyle remained tight-lipped.

As the twins awaited the results of their exams over their spring break, the tension in the household reached a palpable peak. Kelly’s external confidence belied the internal pressure she felt. The outcome of the exam held immense weight, not just for her but for most of the young women in her grade. Meanwhile, Kyle’s calm and reserved demeanor left his family guessing about his true feelings and thoughts.

When the day of the results arrived, the family gathered nervously. The scores posted on the examination board website would shape the future trajectories of Kelly and Kyle.

After Klara logged into the website, she opened her daughter’s results first. As Klara read the results aloud for the family, Kelly’s eyes widened with joy and relief. She had not only passed the exam but had achieved one of the top scores in her year. She would be a shoo-in for even the most elite academies, opening doors to a future filled with academic pursuits and opportunities. Mother and daughter hugged.

Once Kelly’s achievement had been duly celebrated, Klara turned her attention back to her laptop. The atmosphere shifted as she loaded Kyle’s results. His results were not nearly as impressive as his sister’s, but he had just barely exceeded the score required for a boy to attend an academic high school. While Jake had hoped his son would have scored higher, he was still relieved.

Before Jake could reassure him, however, Kyle got a video call from Nadira. He excused himself to another room.

When Kyle came back into the living room, Jake sensed that something significant had changed for Kyle.

“That was Nadira,” he announced. “She got the third highest score in our grade. She’s on the path to greatness, just like Kelly.”

Jake couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for Nadira and her achievements. The news, however, seemed to cast a shadow over Kyle. As the family gathered around, eager to hear Kyle’s thoughts on the results, he hesitated.

“I’m thrilled for Nadira,” Kyle finally said, and it was clear that he meant it. “She’s incredible, and she’s going to go on to do incredible things. But her and I have been talking a lot about our futures. I’ve been thinking… maybe I don’t want to go to an academic high school.”

The room fell silent as everyone processed Kyle’s unexpected statement. Klara and Kelly didn’t seem all that surprised, but Jake was appalled.

“What do you mean, Kyle?” Jake demanded, trying to keep the outrage from his voice. “Why would you throw your future away?”

Kyle took a deep breath before explaining. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. The Male Academy route isn’t a bad option. I can learn practical skills, just like Grandpa Mitty did. I don’t have to follow the same path you did, Dad.”

Jake, a mix of surprise and concern in his eyes, responded, “But Kyle, you have the potential to do well in an academic setting. Don’t you want to pursue a career like I did?”

Kyle met his father’s gaze with a calm determination. “Dad, I’ve seen the pressure you face, the long hours you put in, and how few opportunities for advancement you’ve had. I’m proud of you for being this amazing trailblazer, and I really respect what you do. But I’m not sure if that’s the life I want for myself.”

Jake struggled to find the right words, torn between understanding his son’s perspective and a deep-rooted desire for Kyle to follow in his footsteps. “Kyle, the opportunities that come with academic achievement can provide you with a different kind of life. The chance to make a real impact, to lead.”

Kyle just shook his head. “Being a leader isn’t the only way to make a real impact; you’ve taught me that. The new baby is only a handful of months away. If I go to an academic high school, you’ll have to quit your job to stay home with the baby. But if I go to a Male Academy, I’ll have the time and support to pitch in taking care of the baby so you can keep working. And I’ll be learning the skills I will need someday when I’m caring for my own children.”

Klara smiled down at her son. “It’s clear that you have put a lot of thought into this decision, Kyle. I’m inclined to respect your choice, especially given the long-term benefits you’ve highlighted.”

Kelly, too, chimed in with support for her brother’s choice. “Dad, Kyle’s right. There are many ways to contribute to society. The Male Academy could give him valuable skills, and make him a better husband for Nadira someday. And it would allow you to continue your career without sacrificing opportunities for the new baby.”

“I don’t want my son falling on his sword for me!” Jake protested. “He’s talking about throwing away an opportunity that he’ll never get back.”

Kyle maintained his calm demeanor. “Dad, it’s not about sacrificing opportunities,” he continued patiently. “It’s about choosing a path that aligns with my values and priorities. I want to be there for the family, for Nadira, and a Male Academy will provide the skills I need for that.”

Jake struggled to let go of the future he had imagined for his son. “But, Kyle, I had dreams of you achieving more, going further. I wanted you to have the opportunities I didn’t.”

Kyle took his father’s hand in his own, a gesture that held both reassurance and determination. “Dad, I appreciate all you’ve done for me, and I’m grateful for the opportunities I’ve been given. But I want to define success on my terms. And success, for me, involves me being a good son, a good brother, and eventually a good husband.”

When Klara cut in, her tone was kind but firm. “Jake, I know this might not align with the expectations you had for our son, but we have to respect Kyle’s choices and support him in pursuing a life that brings him fulfillment.”

“Would you be saying that if it was Kelly who was throwing her future away?” Jake asked bitterly.

Klara glared down at him. “I don’t appreciate your tone, little man.”

Jake, feeling overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events, took a moment before responding. “I’m sorry, Klara, I didn’t mean to question your authority… I want the best for Kyle, and I thought the best meant following a path similar to mine. I never imagined he’d choose a Male Academy over an academic high school if the choice was available to him.”

Kelly, sensing the tension, interjected with a calm yet assertive voice. “Dad, success looks different for everyone. Kyle’s choosing a path that aligns with his values, and that’s commendable. We should support him in that choice.”

“I agree,” Klara said sharply. “And the matter is no longer open for discussion.”

As the days got longer and the flowers started to bloom, Klara’s pregnancy progressed, and the family adjusted to the reality of Kyle’s decision to attend the Male Academy. Even though Jake still didn’t agree with Kyle’s decision, he tried to accept it given Klara’s insistence that the matter was now settled. As they shared the news with family and friends, the news was met with mixed reactions. Jake’s father was thrilled of course, and promised to put in a good word for Kyle with the Hearthside admissions office. Jake’s mother, who had long championed male education, didn’t share her husband’s enthusiasm. But she did respect her daughter-in-law, and deferred to Klara’s authority with regard to her grandchildren.

Meanwhile, Klara’s baby bump had gotten a lot more noticeable. Kelly, having embraced her role as a soon-to-be big sister, was actively involved in preparing for the baby’s arrival. Nursery decorations and baby supplies started to accumulate, transforming one of the spare rooms into a space filled with anticipation and love. When Jake tried to weigh in, he was told to let the women of the family worry about it.

While trying to find his place in the midst of these changes, Jake couldn’t help but dwell on the diverging paths his children were taking and the impact it would have on the family’s future.

Back at work, Jake found himself increasingly marginalized as Sarah took on more responsibilities in the Strategy Unit. Projects he had spearheaded were now overseen by Sarah, and decisions were made by Ms. Reed and his sister without any input from him. Increasingly, he found himself on the outside looking in on core aspects of the team’s mission. Gradually he had gone from being a collaborator to a spectator.

Sarah’s newfound authority and respect among team members added to Jake’s frustration. It had quickly become clear that the women working in strategy were far more comfortable taking direction from Sarah than they ever had been from him. Despite understanding the necessity of restructuring, Jake couldn’t shake the sting of this latest career setback. He was proud of his sister’s accomplishments, but wished his own accomplishments weren’t so frequently minimized.

And from the murmurs Jake overheard in the office, it seemed that his colleagues all assumed that he would be quitting again to stay home with the new baby once Klara gave birth.

A few weeks after news of Klara’s pregnancy became public knowledge throughout the company, one of the data analysts asked whether she should include Jake when she scheduled a meeting to present her latest findings. Her supervisor just shook her head.

“What would be the point? In all likelihood, he’ll be gone by the summer.”

And as the Scythian acquisition progressed, the office culture began to shift to accommodate the Scythians’ cultural expectations. Not long after Sarah’s promotion, a delegation from Greater Scythia arrived at the company’s American offices for a series of planning meetings. The Scythian delegation, led by Princess Zoryana, comprised influential women who held key positions in government and business. Their presence brought an even greater emphasis on the importance of female leadership.

In team meetings, the Scythian women took charge, offering insights and perspectives that sometimes diverged from the usual corporate approach. They emphasized the Scythian principle of gynarchy, a matriarchal system that had contributed to their society’s stability and longevity. In one meeting where he had been asked to record the minutes, Jake made the mistake of speaking up with a suggestion.

Princess Zoryana raised an eyebrow at Jake’s suggestion. “Who is this boy who dares to speak in my presence unbidden?”

The room fell silent, and the other team members exchanged uneasy glances. Sarah, who had become accustomed to the Scythian leadership style, shot her older brother a sharp look of warning.

“My apologies, your highness!” Sarah interjected. “He’s basically just Imani’s secretary. I’ll have a discussion with him after this meeting and make sure he knows not to overstep his place in the future.”

In the aftermath of the meeting with the Scythian delegation, Sarah wasted no time in addressing Jake’s perceived transgression. As soon as the meeting room emptied, she pulled him aside for a private conversation.

“Jake, what were you thinking?” Sarah demanded, her eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and warning as she towered over him. “You can’t just speak up in front of Princess Zoryana like that. The Scythians are already uncomfortable having men in the workplace at all. I thought Imani had made it clear to you that in their presence you are not to speak unless spoken to.”

“But I used to be a key player in this team,” Jake argued.

“Things have changed,” Sarah replied, her tone unwavering. “You have to accept that. Otherwise, Imani and I will be forced to take further action, and it won’t bode well for your career.”

Jake, sensing the seriousness of the situation, took a deep breath. “I just want to be treated with the same respect as everyone else in this team. I won’t be sidelined because I’m not a woman or because I don’t conform to some foreign leadership style.”

Sarah’s expression hardened. “Let me be frank. You are an administrative assistant. The fact that you previously worked from time to time on projects outside your core responsibilities doesn’t change the fact that your role is essentially just administrative and clerical in nature. Your role is to support Imani and her team. If you can’t do that, you’ll find yourself with even fewer responsibilities. I suggest you focus on your tasks and leave the strategic decisions to those of us who know how to navigate this new landscape and have been entrusted by the company with the authority to do so.”

The conversation left Jake feeling defeated and resentful. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Sarah was not just reprimanding him for his behavior in the meeting but was also putting him in his place more generally.

Sarah had adapted quickly to the Scythian leadership style, and was thriving in the new environment. She developed a friendly rapport with Princess Zoryana and her team, and her strategic insights were valued by both the American and Scythian contingents. By contrast, Jake was expected to bite his tongue and do as he was told. With each passing day, the professional abyss between the siblings widened further.

At home, Klara’s stress over the merger and her progressing pregnancy cast a shadow over the household. Klara had a very hands on role keeping the acquisition on track and that responsibility, coupled with her advancing pregnancy, took a toll on her physical and emotional well-being. Jake did his best to alleviate Klara’s stress, rushing around most nights to satisfy her late-night cravings.

Meanwhile, the twins were facing their own set of challenges. As the Upper School Match Day loomed, Kelly and Kyle found themselves in a whirlwind of anxiety and anticipation. The schools they chose to attend in the fall would shape their future, and the weight of societal expectations added an extra layer of complexity to their decision-making.

Kelly had only applied to the Seven Sisters, the oldest and most elite high schools in the Northeast. These all-female boarding schools counted many of the most powerful and influential women in the country among their alumnae. And while her high score should mean that she’d have her pick of prestigious academic high schools, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been overconfident. The pressure on her to pursue a path of leadership and academic excellence was palpable.

Kyle faced a different set of expectations. While he knew that going to a male academy was the right choice for him, he still felt the lingering tension of his father’s disapproval. Meanwhile, his grandfather was insistent that Kyle follow in his footsteps and attend Hearthside Domestic Institute. What if he wasn’t offered a place there? Kyle knew his grandfather would be crushed.

When the Upper School Match Day arrived on the first day of May, Klara and Jake accompanied the twins to school. A nerve-wracking mix of anticipation and anxiety filled the air in Klara’s SUV, with each family member lost in her or his own thoughts about the life-changing decisions that lay ahead.

As they arrived at Sybil Ludington Middle School, the atmosphere buzzed with energy. Students and parents filled the auditorium, knowing that the envelopes containing their matches would be distributed shortly. While the twins sought out their classmates, Klara and Jake spotted Ms. Reed and sat next to her near the back.

The event began with speeches from school administrators, emphasizing the importance of the next stage of education. Klara stole a glance at Jake, who sat quietly, his face betraying the weight of the recent family developments and his own professional struggles.

When the time came to distribute the envelopes, a hush fell over the auditorium. Headmistress Thornton took the stage and began calling out names. Each student approached the stage, received their envelope, and returned to their seat, the fate sealed within the unopened letter. Once all of the girls had received their envelopes, the headmistress turned things over to the school’s volunteer coordinator. The coordinator, a young woman who introduced herself as Ms. Lane, read out the boys’ names.

Once all the envelopes were distributed, Headmistress Thornton returned to the stage. “Now, before you open your envelopes, I want to remind you all that the journey ahead is one of growth, challenge, and discovery. Embrace the opportunities that come your way, and remember that the choice you make now will shape your future for decades to come.”

The room was filled with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension as the students clutched their envelopes. The simultaneous tearing of paper echoed through the auditorium as each student discovered their fate. From the back, the parents tried to divine their children’s reactions by staring closely at the back of their heads. In the tense silence of the auditorium, Klara exchanged a quick, nervous glance with Jake.

The auditorium erupted into a symphony of emotions — cheers, gasps, and a few disappointed sighs. As the envelopes were opened, students learned what options were available to them for the next chapter of their lives.

Kelly, her eyes fixed on the contents of her envelope, couldn’t hide the mix of relief and excitement that swept over her face. She had been accepted into all seven of the schools she had applied to; a clean sweep of the Seven Sisters represented the pinnacle of academic achievement for young women her age. Her future seemed bright, filled with the promise of academic excellence, leadership, and a network of powerful women. The pressure she had felt leading up to this moment seemed to evaporate, replaced by a sense of accomplishment.

Kyle, on the other hand, had only been accepted by three of the eight male academies that he had applied to. Fortunately, one of the three was Hearthside Domestic Institute, by far the most esteemed and exclusive of the bunch. The good word his grandfather had put in for him must have paid off.

After the headmistress had dismissed them, the auditorium emptied as parents and students alike moved towards the school gymnasium, where booths representing various secondary schools were set up. The air buzzed with a mix of excitement, relief, and curiosity. Families clustered around booths, eager to learn more about the schools and academies that had accepted their children.

Kelly found her parents almost immediately, and Klara gave her a big hug as she shared the good news about her acceptances. Jake looked around for Kyle, but it would be much harder to spot him amidst all of the towering mothers and daughters.

Klara and Jake, beaming with pride and joy for Kelly’s accomplishments, accompanied her as she spoke with representatives from each of the Seven Sisters, engaging in conversations about the unique opportunities each school had to offer. Watching Kelly, Klara and Jake couldn’t help but marvel at their daughter’s maturity and poise. The atmosphere in the gymnasium was lively, with students and parents bustling around, gathering information about the schools and academies that had accepted them.

Meanwhile, Kyle navigated the small section set aside for male academies, in the back corner of the gymnasium. He proceeded immediately to the booth for Hearthside Domestic Institute, the academy that held a special place in his grandfather’s heart. As he approached the booth, an older woman representing HDI greeted him warmly.

The woman smiled down at him kindly after he introduced himself, a bit shyly. “Congratulations, Kyle! We’ve been looking forward to having you at Hearthside. Your grandfather speaks highly of you, and he is a valued alumni. His wife has made several generous donations to our endowment over the years.”

The woman guided him through completing his commitment papers, and then pointed to a line near the bottom of the last page. “All male students must get their mother or other female guardian to sign their commitment papers. She should sign and date here, and then you can drop it back off with me here.”

Kyle thanked her, and eagerly put on the bright yellow t-shirt she’d given him. As he headed off toward the tables for the most elite girls only schools near the front to find the rest of his family, Kyle’s thoughts momentarily drifted to the diverging paths he and his sister were embarking on. These were paths they had chosen for themselves, aligned with their differing opportunities and priorities.

He glanced up at banners on the back wall of the gym, celebrating the athletic achievements of SLMS’s various teams over the past several decades. Only two of the banners were for boys’ teams. But then again, the school fielded elite girls’ teams for eighteen sports, most of which would be physically impossible for boys to compete in. Meanwhile, the school only had four boys’ teams playing on a purely recreational basis, all stripped down versions of the more aggressive girls sports: Tee-ball instead of baseball, because the baseball bats were too long and heavy for boys to lift, and the distance from the pitcher’s mound to home plate far too great a distance for a boy to pitch the ball. Short golf instead of long golf, with the special boys’ tees two-thirds of the way down the fairway. Badminton instead of volleyball, with a net less than half as high. And rhythmic gymnastics, which as far as Kyle could tell, involved a lot of ribbon twirling, and none of the astounding athletic feats of women’s gymnastics.

Back at the front of the gym, Kelly had just signed her commitment papers for Penelope Exeter Academy, the third oldest of the Seven Sisters and the most prestigious. Klara, pregnant and hormonal, got a bit emotional at the idea of her firstborn daughter going away to a boarding school in another state. But Penelope Exeter counted three M.S. presidents among its alumnae, and Klara and Jake both knew that it represented her best chance at continuing on to an Ivy League university.

Klara, in a fit of pride, bought t-shirts for her and Jake as well as the one for Kelly. The family looked happy and united in matching maroon.

They were just about to start looking for Kyle when a familiar face caught Jake’s attention. There was his boss, Ms. Reed, accompanying her little sister Nadira as she met with representatives of the various Seven Sisters.

As Nadira spoke earnestly with the representatives from Artemis Prepatory, Ms. Reed approached and greeted the Tsais. “Klara and Jake! Good to see you here. I see your daughter’s committed to Penelope Exeter.”

She turned to Kelly. “Congratulations, young lady! I think Nadira is leaning toward them as well.”

And sure enough, Nadira’s conversation with the Artemis Prep representative must not have changed her mind. After she’d finished speaking with them, Jake watched her return to the Penelope Exeter table and signed her commitment papers.

As Nadira approached her sister and the Tsais afterward, her pride and excitement was evident.

“Congratulations, Nadira! We’re thrilled for you,” Klara said, giving her a hug.

Nadira beamed. “Thank you, Mrs. Tsai! I’m really excited about the opportunities at Penelope Exeter. They say it’s the best of the best, at least for the Northeast.”

Kelly, who was standing nearby, joined the conversation. “Hey, Nadira! Looks like we’re going to be schoolmates. How awesome is that!”

Nadira’s face brightened at the prospect. “That would be amazing, Kelly! We’ve known each other for so long, and rooming together would make the whole experience even better.”

Kelly nodded enthusiastically. “Totally! We could have movie nights, midnight snacks, and navigate the ups and downs of high school together.”

Nadira turned to her older sister, who was a Penelope Exeter alumna. “Do you think it’s possible for us to room together?”

Ms. Reed considered it for a moment. “Well, typically, room assignments are random, but I can certainly put in a good word with the administration. After all, having familiar faces around can make the transition smoother. Just remember, though, nothing is guaranteed.”

Nadira and Kelly exchanged hopeful glances, both excited about the idea of continuing their journey together at Penelope Exeter. As the parents continued to chat, the two girls decided to explore and see which other girls from their grade had committed to Penelope Exeter too.

Meanwhile, Kyle had navigated his way through the bustling gymnasium, looking for his family among the sea of people. Spotting them near the booths of the Seven Sisters, he made his way over, wearing the bright yellow t-shirt that symbolized his commitment to Hearthside Domestic Institute.

Ms. Reed spotted him first. “That’s your son, Kyle, right? It looks like got into Hearthside Domestic Institute. Impressive choice; I’m sure he’ll make a great husband someday.”

As Ms. Reed finished her comment, Jake felt a mix of emotions. On one hand, he was proud that Kyle had been accepted into Hearthside Domestic Institute, an academy with a rich history and strong values. On the other hand, the reference to Kyle becoming a “great husband” brought back a flood of conflicting feelings about societal expectations and gender roles.

Klara, normally so focused on Kelly, greeted Kyle enthusiastically as he approached. “Congratulations, son! We are so proud of you. Going to Hearthside is a wonderful decision, and I know your grandfather will be thrilled too.”

“Yeah, congrats, little bro!” Kelly added with a smile, ruffling his hair affectionately.

Nearby, their classmate Madison was celebrating with her parents after committing to Vespera Academy, the most athletically-focused of the Seven Sisters. Madison’s mother had been a state champion in wrestling, and the fierce and muscular Madison was already well on her way toward a D1 athletic scholarship in the sport herself.

Kyle waved shyly to her as he walked by with his parents, but she just looked down at him and smirked.

As the Tsais, Reeds, and Nadira made their way out of the school gymnasium, Jake couldn’t help but feel a whirlwind of emotions. The contrasting paths his children had chosen brought to the forefront the societal expectations and gender norms that seemed to permeate every aspect of their lives.

The bright maroon Penelope Exeter t-shirt Kelly was wearing seemed to encapsulate the limitless opportunities available to young women for a future filled with academic excellence, leadership opportunities, and a network of powerful friends and acquaintances.

On the other hand, Kyle’s bright yellow Hearthside Domestic Institute shirt signified a different journey—one sharply limited by society’s expectations for boys. His subsequent education would be grounded in practical skills, family values, and a commitment to domestic responsibilities. Hearthside’s focus, after all, was on preparing young men to be desirable husbands and fathers.

As they stepped outside into the fresh May air, the families exchanged congratulations and well-wishes. Kelly and Nadira committing to the same elite boarding school, linking their futures, had brought the two families even closer together.

Klara, still riding the high of Kelly’s success, chatted animatedly with her daughter in the front of the SUV about the opportunities that Penelope Exeter would offer.

Kyle and Jake, on the other hand, sat quietly in the back, strapped into their booster seats, their gazes focused on the passing scenery. The world outside seemed vast, and the road ahead felt unfamiliar and uncertain. And with the arrival of the new baby only a month or so away, father and son knew that there were plenty more changes yet to come.

At breakfast, Kelly was more irritable than usual. She complained about a headache, and a weird feeling in her stomach. But Klara and Jake were already running late for work, and didn’t have time to console her. And Kyle felt completely normal; when he meekly suggested that she maybe take some ibuprofen, Kelly only got more irritable.

By the Klara and Jake got home, however, it was clear that something out of the ordinary was going on. Kyle usually had dinner on the table waiting for them when they got home, but the kitchen was dark and it didn’t look like he’d even started preparing a meal.

They found him in the living room, sobbing.

“What’s wrong, Kyle?” Jake asked, immediately fearing the worst.

“It’s Kelly!” Kyle replied between sobs. “She was so mean to me today! And not in a teasing way. Just vicious and cruel.”

“Where’s your sister?” Klara demanded, her concern about her son’s hurt feelings quickly overtaken by worry for her beloved daughter’s welfare.

“She’s up-up-upstairs,” Kyle replied, continuing to choke back sobs. “In her r-r-room. She said couldn’t stand to look at my pathetic little face a single moment longer.”

Klara immediately darted upstairs, while Jake hung back to console his son.

Kyle’s eyes were red from crying, and his small frame seemed even more fragile in the midst of the emotional storm.

“Hey, buddy,” Jake said gently, sitting down beside his son on the couch. “I can see how upset you are. Do you want to talk about what happened?”

Kyle sniffled and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. “It’s just… she’s never been this mean before. I thought we were best friends.”

Jake nodded, understanding the pain his son was feeling. ” Sisters can be tough sometimes,, especially as they get older. But we’ll figure this out together, okay?”

“But Dad,” Kyle said with frustration, “why does she have to be so mean? And you always say we’re equal, but it doesn’t feel that way.”

Jake sighed, realizing that his son was grappling with complex emotions. “Kyle, I always say that I love you both equally, and I do. But that doesn’t mean you’re equal in every way. Your sister is a lot bigger and a lot stronger, and if we escalate things, it might not end well.”

“But she needs to know she can’t treat people like this!” Kyle insisted, his frustration turning into determination.

“I get that, Kyle, but you’ve got to look at the bigger picture. The truth is, we live in a world where things aren’t always fair. Men, like you and me, are physically smaller and less powerful than women. That’s just the way it is.”

“But that doesn’t mean she can treat me like this, Dad,” Kyle protested again.

Jake hesitated. ” I’m not saying your sister’s behavior is okay. But we live in a world that wasn’t built for us, and that means we need to navigate situations more carefully. The truth is, Kyle, we have to pick our battles. Sometimes, standing up for ourselves might not be the safest or smartest choice. I’m not excusing Kelly’s behavior, but…”

“But what, Dad? Why can’t I stand up for myself?” Kyle’s frustration turned into a mixture of confusion and defiance. “Why can Kelly say whatever she wants and be mean, just because she’s a girl?”

Jake considered his words carefully. “Kyle, it’s not about whether you can stand up for yourself. You absolutely should stand up for what’s right, but you need to be strategic about it. I know it’s not fair, and it’s something that I’ve struggled with too. But you simply don’t have the luxury of being as reckless as your sister.”

Before Kyle could respond, the creaking of the staircase caught their attention. Looking up at his wife and daughter, Jake saw that Klara had a comforting arm around Kelly, but a triumphant smile on her face. Kelly, for her part, looked both embarrassed and relieved.

Jake, still with a reassuring hand on his son’s shoulder, looked up at Klara with a quizzical expression. “What’s going on?”

Klara, beaming with pride, announced, “Jake, Kelly gotten her First Moon! She’s entering womanhood.”

Kelly, although still slightly embarrassed, stood a little taller. Klara embraced her daughter, and Jake, understanding the importance of the moment, joined in the family celebration. They gathered in the living room, the atmosphere now filled with a mix of emotions ranging from joy to a hint of nostalgia.

Kelly, seeing that her brother’s face was still red from crying, immediately apologized. “I’m so sorry for the way I acted, Kyle. I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s completely natural, my love,” Klara reassured her. “We all get more aggressive during our cycles. You’re growing, becoming more powerful. It’s something to be proud of.”

Kyle sniffled, “But why was she so mean to me?”

Jake sighed, realizing he needed to explain the complexities of what Kelly was going through. “Sometimes, when people are dealing with big changes, they react in ways they don’t understand. Your sister is going through a significant transformation, and it can be overwhelming. But I promise you, she loves you, and this won’t change that.”

“And let’s not put all of this on your sister, Kyle. You just need to develop a thicker skin,” Klara added. “After all, girls will be girls. I remember being just as intense and unruly when I was Kelly’s age.”

Now that Kelly understood what was happening to her, she quickly became ecstatic at the idea of entering womanhood. A lot of her friends had already experienced their First Moons and Kelly had been feeling increasingly left out.

The mother-daughter bond between Klara and Kelly, already close, grew even tighter as Klara guided Kelly through the process. She taught her daughter how to use different feminine hygiene products and decide which she was most comfortable with.

In the days that followed Kelly’s First Moon revelation, the women of the family embarked on preparations for a momentous celebration. After all, the First Moon was not just a biological milestone but a significant rite of passage. It marked the emergence of a young woman’s power and authority, and it was celebrated with a grand party that held cultural and familial significance.

As was tradition, Klara worked closely her own mother and Jake’s mother to plan and organize the whole affair. Jake’s mother Michelle insisted that her granddaughter’s party be held at the same Matriarchal Hall where all of the Mitty women had held theirs: Not just where Sarah and Emily had celebrated their First Moons, but also where Michelle had had her own party, and Michelle’s mother had had her party, and so on, going back generations.

Jake had only been invited inside the Matriarchal Hall twice, for his sisters’ First Moon ceremonies, and had found the place to be dark and a little bit creepy both times. But he understood his mother’s desire to carry on traditions, and he was grateful to Klara for accommodating her. Soon enough, the details were arranged and Jake and Kyle were stuffing invitations into envelopes. While they hadn’t been included in the planning, it was obvious to both father and son that a lavish event was planned to mark celebrate Kelly’s milestone.

Jake, while initially feeling a bit out of place in the whirlwind of preparations, found his role in supporting Klara and ensuring the family’s emotional well-being during this significant time. In particular, he make sure to check in with Kyle regularly; he knew his son was still struggling to understand the complexities of the emotions and changes that accompanied his sister’s transition.

As the day of the celebration approached, Kelly spent more and more time together with mother and grandmothers, behind the closed door to Klara’s den. Jake and Kyle both knew better than to disrupt them. One day, the four of them didn’t get home until late, having spent the whole day dress shopping. A young woman’s First Moon dress was not just a beautiful garment but also designed to showcase her strength and confidence. And the red color was a visual announcement that she was a woman now. When Jake peeked at the receipt, he was shocked at how much it had cost – more than his entire wardrobe. But Klara insisted that Kelly deserved no less, and after all, it was Klara’s formidable salary that had paid for it.

The day of the party soon arrived, on the first Saturday following the new moon. As guests streamed into the Matriarchal Hall, Jake marveled at the diversity of First Moon dresses. They were all red, but otherwise extremely varied in style and design. The air buzzed with a sense of unity and celebration. Jake and Kyle, who were forbidden from wearing red on this occasion, felt a bit out of place in their powder blue suits.

Jake and Kyle caught snippets of conversation, as the various women and girls reminisced about their own First Moons. They were shocked at how different the experience was for everyone: Some had wild stories of getting theirs in terribly inconvenient places or times, some experienced it very young and others quite a bit older, and yet they all seemed to share a sense of camaraderie.

In a private dressing room near the back of the hall, Kelly shared a moment with her mother and grandmother. Klara, with tears of pride in her eyes, fussed a bit with Kelly’s dress, and slid the tiara into her daughter’s hair so it rested regally atop her head. The pale moonstone in the center of the tiara shimmered as it caught the light.

“You look absolutely breathtaking, my love,” Klara whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “We couldn’t be more proud of you.”

Kelly, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness, hugged her mother tightly. “Thank you, Mom. I couldn’t have asked for a better support system.”

As they emerged from the dressing room, the hall fell silent, and all eyes turned toward Kelly. The room erupted in applause, celebrating the young woman who had embraced her First Moon. Kelly, though initially shy, walked confidently with the grace of a newfound strength.

Klara, resplendent in her sleeveless red dress, moved gracefully through the crowd in her daughter’s wake, greeting various guests and ensuring that everything was in order. Jake, although feeling a bit out of place, took his place by her side. Kyle, clad in a miniature version of Jake’s suit, seemed a bit overwhelmed by the whole event. His eyes kept seeking out Nadira in the crowd; but his best friend was focused on Kelly instead of him. As Nadira had explained to him earlier, a First Moon ceremony was all about sisterhood, and that was something he simply couldn’t understand.

The majority of the invited guests were girls that Jake recognized from the twins’ grade, or from Kelly’s sports leagues. But there were quite a few older women of varying ages, too. Jake was impressed by how such a wide variety of personal styles could be expressed within the norms of this cultural tradition.

In the back of the room, Jake spotted his younger sister chatting with their mother and Klara’s mother. Emily had just finished her freshman year at the University of Connecticut, where she had been a starting freshman on the Division I basketball team that had made it to the Final Four. As one of only three players on the team over four meters tall, she was already being talked about as a first round NABA draft pick after graduation. She towered over everyone in the hall, even the other women; the top of Jake’s head only came up to midway on her thigh.

Kelly’s two grandfathers were also in the hall somewhere, along with her uncle Isak, but the other three men were completely lost in the forest of red dresses. Jake wondered if they felt as out of place as he and Kyle did. Normally Matriarchal Halls were completely off-limits to those with Y chromosomes; immediate family members for special ceremonies like this were just about the only exception.

Shortly after two in the afternoon, as the moon passed the meridian, the focus shifted to the stage at the front of the room. Kelly, accompanied by Klara, approached the stage where Kelly’s maternal grandmother, Klara’s mother, stood solemnly. As was tradition, the elder woman began the ceremonial speech, recounting the significance of the First Moon in the history of their matriarchal society.

“Kelly Tsai,” she began, her voice carrying the weight of tradition, “you stand on the threshold of womanhood. Today, we celebrate not just the physical changes within you but the power, resilience, and wisdom that come with being a woman in our proud lineage.”

The elder woman went on to recount proud history of the Tsai women, going all of the way back to ancestral China and Wu Zetian’s reign that had lasted for most of the seventh and eighth centuries. Her speech emphasized the strength and leadership that the women of their line had demonstrated throughout the ages. The audience listened attentively, the room filled with a sense of reverence.

Michelle Mitty, Jake’s mother and Kelly’s paternal grandmother, spoke next. Still a tall and imposing figure well into her seventh decade, she stood confidently with full awareness of the way her presence naturally commanded attention. Michelle began recounting the legacy of the Mitty women, emphasizing their resilience, intelligence, and accomplishments. The stories ranged from the first Mitty who had led a successful rebellion against oppressive rulers to more recent achievements, including her own run as a world-class athlete.

“As you step into womanhood, Kelly, remember the strength that courses through your veins,” Michelle declared. “You are part of a line of powerful women who have shaped the destiny of our society. Today, we celebrate not just your physical transition but the potential within you to make a lasting impact on the world.”

Klara joined her mother and mother-in-law on the stage. “Now, sisters, let us join hands for the hymn of initiation.”

All of the other women in the hall formed a circle around Kelly and began to sing in unison:

“In the moon’s gentle glow, a tale unfolds,
Of strength and wisdom, the story of old.
Born of ancient lineage, we proudly stand,
Women united, a power so grand.

“Oh, sisters of the moon, in unity we rise,
A tapestry of strength, woven through the skies.
To the young one among us, with torch held high,
A leader emerging, let the world testify.

“Nature’s design, a truth we embrace,
In our veins courses power, a divine grace.
Men, in their deference, find assurance anew,
For in women’s wisdom, a path that’s true.

“Oh, sisters of the moon, in unity we rise,
A tapestry of strength, woven through the skies.
To the young one among us, with torch held high,
A leader emerging, let the world testify.

“Young one, step forth, your journey begun,
In your hands, the torch, radiant as the sun.
Ascendancy, our birthright, let it resound,
In your newfound authority, forever crowned.

“Oh, sisters of the moon, in unity we rise,
A tapestry of strength, woven through the skies.
To the young one among us, with torch held high,
A leader emerging, let the world testify.

“Men, with respect, bow to her might,
In her wisdom, find the guiding light.
For in unity and love, our power prevails,
As the moon waxes, our legacy never fails.

“Oh, sisters of the moon, in unity we rise,
A tapestry of strength, woven through the skies.
To the young one among us, with torch held high,
A leader emerging, let the world testify.

“As the hymn concludes, the torchbearer stands tall,
In the sisterhood’s embrace, she’ll never fall.
A harmonious echo, through generations will ring,
In the power of women, let the universe sing.”

After the hymn of initiation echoed through the Matriarchal Hall, the women in the circle gently dispersed, creating a path for Kelly to approach the stage. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nervousness as she stood before the three formidable women who had shaped her most: her maternal grandmother, who she called Nai Nai; her paternal grandmother, who she called Gran; and Klara, her mother.

“Kelly Tsai,” Klara began, her voice resonating with pride, “you are now ready to demonstrate the physical strength that is an integral part of your womanhood. In this sacred space, surrounded by the love and support of the women who came before you, we will witness the Feats of Strength.”

Kelly nodded, a determined look on her face. She knew the importance of this moment and was eager to embrace the physical challenges that awaited her.

The Feats of Strength were a series of traditional tests designed to showcase a young woman’s physical prowess. In a society where women were naturally far larger and more powerful than men, these feats symbolized not just strength but also the responsibility and authority that came with that strength.

The first feat involved lifting a ceremonial stone, a symbol of the burdens and challenges that a woman might face in her lifetime. The stone, adorned with intricate carvings representing the lineage of Tsai and Mitty women, was deceptively heavy. Jake remembered when it had been delivered to the house. Even working together, he and Kyle hadn’t been able to make it budge. It had sat on the porch in the box until Klara had gotten home from work.

Up on the stage, Kelly took a deep breath and approached the stone. The room hushed in anticipation. With a determined expression, Kelly bent down and, with a controlled effort, lifted the stone. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as Kelly held the symbol of strength above her, showcasing her ability to bear the weight of challenges. Looking at his son’s expression beside him, it was clear to Jake that he was awestruck and more than a little intimidated by his twin sister’s display of physical might.

After the thunderous applause for Kelly’s successful completion of the first Feat of Strength began to subside, Klara stepped forward, her eyes glowing with maternal pride.

“Well done, Kelly,” she said, her voice projecting throughout the hall. “Now, as tradition dictates, let us move on to the second Feat of Strength.”

The next part of the ceremony involved a symbolic representation of leadership and guidance. A large, intricately carved staff was brought forward. It was a family heirloom, passed down through generations of Tsai women. Klara stepped forward, handing the staff to Kelly.

“Kelly Tsai,” Klara proclaimed, “you now bear the Staff of Wisdom, a symbol of your ability to lead and guide. May you use it with fairness, compassion, and strength.”

Kelly accepted the staff, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and reverence. Holding the Staff of Wisdom high, she walked around the stage, acknowledging the nods of approval from the women in the audience. In a society where physical strength was coupled with leadership, this was more than a mere ceremonial act; it was a declaration of Kelly’s readiness to take on responsibilities and make decisions for the benefit of her family and community.

Kelly faced the audience and locked eyes with Jake across the room. “Father, please join me on stage.”

The air was thick with anticipation as the towering girls and women parted for Jake as he made his way to the front.

“Kelly,” Klara announced, “your father will attempt to wrest the Staff of Wisdom from your grasp, symbolizing the challenges and even resistance that may arise to your newfound authority. You must be firm and unyielding.”

Kelly, holding the Staff of Wisdom with a firm grip, looked at her father with a confidence that left no doubt in anyone’s mind about the outcome. The women in the audience exchanged knowing glances, and some even chuckled softly, anticipating the familiar scene that unfolded at every First Moon ceremony.

“Remember, sisters,” Klara’s voice resonated, “this is a demonstration of Kelly’s newfound strength and authority. But it’s also a reminder that nature has intended different roles for women and men. It serves as a reinforcement of the physiological realities underlying those different roles.”

The room was filled with a mix of excitement and amusement as Jake stood before his daughter, Kelly, who held the Staff of Wisdom with a determined grip. The women in the audience exchanged glances, some with knowing smiles, while others chuckled softly, anticipating the familiar scene about to unfold.

“Remember, Dad, no holding back,” Kelly teased with a confident smile as she lowered the Staff of Wisdom to within his reach.

“I won’t, Kelly,” Jake replied, playing along with the tradition. He gripped the staff, aware that the outcome was predetermined. This was a symbolic gesture, an acknowledgment of the physiological differences between men and women in their society.

As the two faced each other on the stage, a hush fell over the Matriarchal Hall. The room was filled with anticipation as the women watched the familiar scene unfold.

Jake yanked and pulled with all of his might, but he failed to move the staff even a millimeter. The crowd erupted into laughter and playful shouted encouragement as he exerted himself futilely, their mirth filling the hall. Kelly looked down at him with amusement. It was a scene repeated at every First Moon ceremony, a playful reminder of the societal roles assigned by nature.

Kelly, maintaining her composure, spoke to her father with a newly authoritative tone, “Do you yield, father? Do you yield to my authority and might?”

Despite his efforts, Jake couldn’t budge the Staff of Wisdom from Kelly’s grasp. Jake, a mix of pride and amusement in his eyes, theatrically bowed before Kelly. “I yield, my powerful daughter. Your strength is unmatched, and your authority undeniable.”

The room erupted into applause and cheers. It was a familiar script, but the gesture had undeniable symbolic importance.

Klara stepped forward, a proud smile on her face. “Well done, Kelly. You’ve demonstrated not only physical strength but the ability to stand firm in the face of challenges. It is a testament to the power within you.”

As Jake descended from the stage, a sense of excitement and amusement lingered in the air. The Matriarchal Hall buzzed with an atmosphere of celebration and camaraderie, a testament to the close-knit community that had gathered to witness Kelly’s First Moon ceremony.

Kelly held the Staff of Wisdom with a newfound sense of authority as she awaited the commencement of the third and final Feat of Strength: The Pillars of Persistence. This particular feat symbolized a woman’s ability to endure and stand unwavering in the face of challenges. It was a physical manifestation of the resilience and determination expected of a woman who has come of age.

As Kelly’s aunts, Sarah and Emily, maneuvered the components of the challenge onto the stage, Klara approached Kelly with a reassuring smile. “Are you ready, my daughter?”

Kelly nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and determination. The Pillars of Persistence was a formidable test, requiring not just physical strength but also mental fortitude.

Once Sarah and Emily had finished setting up, Klara gestured toward the designated area on the stage where two heavy pillars awaited. The crowd hushed, anticipation hanging thick in the air, as Kelly approached the pillars. One pillar was a Tsai family heirloom while the other was a Mitty family heirloom. Each was intricately engraved with symbols representing the strength and history of the women of that family line.

Klara addressed the audience, her voice resonating through the hall. “Sisters, witness the final and most challenging Feat of Strength. Kelly Tsai will now master the Pillars of Persistence. To succeed, she much prove her endurance and resilience.”

As Kelly positioned herself between the pillars, the room fell into a respectful silence. The women and girls watched with a mixture of awe and encouragement as Kelly tightened her grip on the cold, steel chain attached to the Tsai pillar and then the cold, steel chain attached to the Mitty pillar.

Slowly, steadily, she pulled the chains inward and the two pillars began to rise on either side of her, until finally they were fully upright.

From the side of the stage, Klara turned over the ceremonial hourglass.

The seconds turned into minutes as Kelly, with a steely determination, held her ground. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, but her focus remained unwavering. The atmosphere in the hall was charged with a quiet intensity, the only sound being the collective breaths of those witnessing the momentous occasion.

Klara, standing beside the hourglass, observed her daughter with a mix of maternal pride and a touch of nostalgia. She remembered her own First Moon ceremony, the weight of the pillars, and the empowering feeling as she endured the Pillars of Persistence. Now, it was Kelly’s turn to carry on the legacy.

In the audience, Jake had rejoined Kyle, and their wonderment was clear on their faces as they watched Kelly endure second after grueling second. Both father and son knew that neither of them could have made even one of the pillars budge. The physical prowess that Kelly was demonstrating was simply astounding. Though Jake had witnessed his sisters perform the same feat, he still felt a profound sense of appreciation for the way womanhood must be earned.

As the minutes passed, Kelly’s expression remained resolute. When the last grains of sand dropped to the bottom of the hourglass, the room erupted into applause and cheers.

Klara approached Kelly, her eyes filled with pride. “You’ve done it, my daughter. You’ve shown the strength within you—the strength that connects you to the countless generations of powerful women who came before you. As you release the pillars, know that you carry the legacy of our matriarchal lineage.”

With a final surge of determination, Kelly released her grip on the chains and the two pillars crashed down to the stage. The audience erupted into applause once more, celebrating not just the completion of the Feats of Strength but the symbolic transition of Kelly into womanhood.

Amidst the applause, the hall fell into a hushed anticipation as the priestess, a revered figure in their matriarchal society, stepped forward. Dressed in flowing crimson ceremonial robes, her presence exuded a sense of wisdom and authority. She was the same priestess who had officiated Jake and Klara’s union, and her words carried a weight that transcended generations.

“Sisters of the lunar cycle,” she began, her voice resonating through the hall, “today, we bear witness to the remarkable journey of Kelly Tsai as she steps into the fullness of her womanhood. The Feats of Strength have showcased her physical prowess, a testament to the strength that courses through the veins of all our mighty daughters.”

The priestess turned her gaze toward Kelly, a warmth in her eyes that conveyed both encouragement and recognition. “Kelly, you have faced the challenges thus far with unwavering determination and resilience. You have proven your ability to bear the weight of burdens, to lead with wisdom, and to endure in the face of adversity. Today, you stand not just as an individual but as a reflection of the power and grace of the women who came before you.”

The audience listened attentively, a profound sense of respect emanating from the women and girls gathered in the hall. The priestess continued, “Women have been blessed by nature with immense size and physical strength, but these blessings come with challenges and obligations. As you embody the blessings and burdens of your gender, Kelly, remember the legacy you carry—the legacy of women who have shaped destinies, challenged norms, and embraced the responsibilities that come with our natural strength.”

Kelly nodded, her eyes fixed on the priestess, absorbing the significance of the words being spoken. The priestess gestured with one hand toward the altar where two symbolic elements awaited—the Book of Matriarchs, a sacred tome, and the Timeless Torch, a representation of the enduring spirit of the women who had come before.

With measured steps, Kelly approached the altar.

“Kelly,” the priestess intoned, “read a passage from the Book of Matriarchs, and let the voices of your foremothers resonate through this sacred space.”

Kelly, her hands trembling slightly, turned the pages until she found a passage that spoke to her. As she read, her voice filled the hall:

“A passage from the Gospel of Miriam, blessed be Her name: ‘Do not mourn or grieve or be irresolute, for Nature’s grace will be with you all and will defend you. Let us rather praise Her greatness, for in the days of old She prepared us and made us for Her purposes: And yea, in the natural order ordained by Nature, the Mother of us all, women were endowed with stature and strength, towering over men in physical might.’”

The women in the hall, from the youngest girls to the revered elders, nodded in agreement as they listened with a sense of reverence. The Book of Matriarchs, a guiding scripture, had been recited at countless ceremonies, yet its words held a timeless resonance.

Kelly continued. “‘For Nature, in Her infinite wisdom, deemed it fitting that women should bear the mantle of leadership, guiding the course of destiny with grace and power. And in this great design, men, recognizing the divine balance, did bow in deference to the might of women. For humility was their virtue, and obedience their sacred offering.

“‘And in the sacred union of bodies, a profound covenant is formed—a covenant blessed by Nature, in which men offer their seed to the fertile wombs of women. Let it be known that in the womb of womanhood, the potential for creation lies dormant, awaiting the call of Nature to bring forth the next generation.’”

Kelly’s hand trembled slightly as she turned the page. “‘And so, sisters, go ye into all the world, and preach to every creature the covenant between women and men—a covenant ordained by Nature herself. For in the dance of life, women lead with strength, grace, and wisdom, while men, in their noble submission, offer the essence of creation to the fertile embrace of womanhood, aligned with the eternal rhythms of the moon.’”

The listening women and girls bowed their heads as she finished the passage and closed the Book of Matriarchs. The ancient wisdom attributed to Miriam resonated with the cultural beliefs ingrained in the very essence of their society. The Book of Matriarchs served not only as a religious text but as a guidepost for the path Kelly was destined to tread—a path where leadership, strength, and wisdom were intertwined in the fabric of womanhood.

The priestess, with a solemn demeanor, gestured toward the Timeless Torch. It was the most sacred object at each Matriarchal Hall, one that symbolized the unbroken legacy of female rule. The torch at this particular hall, crafted from a rare crystal that emitted an ethereal glow, had been brought across the ocean by early European settlers and had been ignited by countless young women upon their First Moon in the centuries since.

“Kelly Tsai,” the priestess intoned, “with the lighting of the Timeless Torch, you symbolize the unbroken legacy of female rule that has guided our society for generations. As you take this step into womanhood, know that the flame you ignite is not just for yourself but for the countless women who have come before you and the generations yet to come.”

Kelly, feeling the weight of the moment, nodded in understanding. She took a deep breath and extended her hand towards the Torch. As her fingers made contact, a surge of energy seemed to pass through her, connecting her to the long lineage of powerful women. She stood up straighter, and squared her shoulders back.

The room held its collective breath as Kelly, with a steady hand, took one of the flickering candles from the alter and used it to ignite the gas-soaked hessian inside the torch. A murmur of approval rippled through the audience as the torch burst to life, the crystal casting a radiant glow across the stage.

The priestess, her eyes reflecting the wisdom of centuries, spoke once more. “The flame you’ve ignited, Kelly, represents the endurance, strength, and wisdom of the women who have shaped our society. It is a beacon that has guided us through the ages, and now, you carry the responsibility to keep it burning bright.”

Kelly, holding the lit Torch aloft, felt a profound sense of connection to something larger than herself. The flame danced with a timeless energy, casting shadows on the walls that seemed to echo the stories of countless women who had stood in this very hall.

There was a basket of unlit candles at the priestess’s feet. She picked it up and showed it to the audience before returning her focus to Kelly. “Now, it is customary to invite family members and friends who have already experienced their first moons to honor this sacred moment by lighting candles from the Timeless Torch. It is a symbol of the interconnectedness of our community and the shared responsibility we bear.”

Kelly, without hesitation, turned toward Klara. “Mother!” she announced, and Klara wiped a tear from her eye as she accepted an unlit candle from the priestess.

Klara, holding the candle, looked into Kelly’s eyes with maternal warmth as she stepped forward. “This candle represents the special bond between mother and daughter, Kelly. May you someday know the pride for your daughter that I feel for you today.”

Kelly, her eyes reflecting the flickering light of the Timeless Torch, turned to face her grandmothers, Nai Nai and Gran. With a graceful gesture, she beckoned them forward.

“Nai Nai,” Kelly said, a sense of reverence in her voice. “Please honor this moment by lighting your candle from the Timeless Torch.”

Nai Nai, her eyes sparkling with pride, approached the stage. The priestess handed her an unlit candle, and she stepped forward to touch it to the eternal flame. As the candle caught the fire, Nai Nai spoke with a wisdom earned through the passage of many moons.

“Kelly, my granddaughter,” she began, “this candle represents the continuity of our lineage. Through you, the Tsai family name carries on.”

As Jake’s mother-in-law took her place beside Klara, Jake could see the eagerness on his own mother’s face.

“Gran,” Kelly said, her voice steady, “please join in this tradition and light your candle from the Timeless Torch.”

Gran, accepting the unlit candle from the priestess, moved forward. As she ignited it with the eternal flame, Jake could see the light dance across her muscular arms.

“Kelly, my powerful granddaughter,” Gran declared, “you may not have the Mitty name but the strength and athleticism of the Mitty bloodline flows inside you, symbolized by this candle.”

Jake’s mother stepped back, taking her place alongside Klara’s mother.

“Aunt Sarah,” Kelly called out. “Please honor me by lighting a candle from the Timeless Torch.”

Jake’s sister stepped forward and lit her candle. When she spoke, her voice resonated with the authority that she’d earned through years of babysitting the twins.
“Kelly, this candle signifies your journey so far, which I have been privileged to witness. You were an innocent baby when I met you, and now you are a magnificent young woman.”

As Sarah took her place next to her mother, Kelly called out for her other aunt.

“Aunt Emily,” Kelly addressed her. “Please share this proud moment with me by lighting a candle from the Timeless Torch.”

Emily, with her height commanding attention, bent down slightly to accept a candle from the priestess. After lighting it, she turned to Kelly.

“This candle signifies the journey yet to come. I can’t wait to see what you do next.”

Turning to her friends who had already experienced their First Moons, Kelly extended her hand toward them.

“Friends,” she said, “join me in this tradition. Light your candles and let our shared experiences illuminate our path forward.”

There were six of the them, the girls in her grade that she was closest to. One by one, they received unlit candles from the priestess and ignited them from the Timeless Torch, each expressing the unique bond they shared with Kelly. Some spoke of the trials and triumphs of adolescence, while others emphasized the joy of growing together as women in a society that valued sisterhood. As the last friend handed the candle to Kelly, the stage was aglow with the combined light of these symbolic flames. The Matriarchal Hall, filled with women of all ages, resonated with the collective energy of shared experiences and shared responsibilities.

But then, to the surprise of many, Kelly called out one additional name.

“Nadira,” Kelly said, a sense of reverence in her voice. “Last but certainly not least. I know we’re not particularly close, but I am so grateful for the friendship and guidance you have provided my beloved twin brother. You have enriched his life, which in turn has enriched mine. Please, honor this moment by lighting a candle from the Timeless Torch.”

Nadira, visibly touched by the unexpected gesture, stepped forward with a slight nod. She accepted the unlit candle from the priestess and carefully approached the Timeless Torch. As she ignited her candle, the glow reflected in her eyes.

“Kelly,” Nadira spoke, her voice sincere, “thank you for including me in this moment. Your brother is already like family to me, and participating in your First Moon ceremony is an honor I’ll cherish. May this candle represent the connections that go beyond blood, the bonds that shape our lives in unexpected and beautiful ways.”

With the addition of Nadira’s candle, the proceedings on stage were illuminated brightly. The Matriarchal Hall, bathed in the warm light of the flickering flames, buzzed with a sense of unity and celebration. The priestess, acknowledging the completion of the candle-lighting ritual, stepped forward once more.

“Sisters, let the light of these candles symbolize the interconnectedness of our community. As Kelly steps into womanhood, let us embrace the responsibilities we share in guiding and supporting each other. May the flame of unity burn bright in our hearts.”

The audience responded with a collective affirmation, their voices harmonizing in agreement. The Matriarchal Hall, adorned with vibrant red dresses and illuminated by the glow of candles, felt like a sanctuary of feminine strength and solidarity.

After the affirmation, the priestess gestured for Kelly to return to the center of the stage. The Timeless Torch, its flame now shared among the candles, continued to cast its radiant glow.

“Now, Kelly Tsai,” the priestess intoned, “the ceremony is nearly complete. I invite you to share your thoughts about what matriarchy means to you. While you entered this hall a girl, know that you speak now with the weight and authority of a woman.”

Kelly took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the faces of the women in the Matriarchal Hall. The weight of the moment settled on her shoulders, and she straightened her spine, feeling the gravity of the transition from girlhood to womanhood.

“As I step into womanhood,” she began, her voice carrying a mix of confidence and vulnerability, “I carry with me the wisdom of those who have walked this path before me and a responsibility to maintain the path for those who will walk it after me. I also carry the responsibility to nurture the bonds that tie us together. Matriarchy, for me, is a shared journey, a collective effort to create a world where every woman, regardless of her background, can flourish and thrive.”

She paused, reflecting on the journey that led her to this pivotal moment. “My mother, my aunts, and the women who have come before me have shown me the power of resilience and compassion. I am honored to stand with them now as an equal.”

The audience listened attentively, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on their intent faces.

She glanced at the candles that surrounded her, each representing a unique story and connection. “My father, my twin brother, and the other men in my life have shown me the virtues of humility and obedience. As I embrace the mantle of womanhood, my relationship with them evolves. No longer a child, I now stand above them as a superior, ready to guide and nurture.”

Jake and Kyle exchanged a wary glance, but the women and girls in red just nodded in agreement.

“As we celebrate my First Moon,” Kelly concluded, “let us remember that matriarchy is not about dominance or exclusion; it’s about balance. Loving female authority brings out the best in all of us.”
The priestess, her eyes reflecting the flame of the Timeless Torch, gave Kelly an approving pat on the back.

“Well spoken, Kelly. Now, before you extinguish the Timeless Torch and bid farewell to your girlhood, let us offer a moment of reflection.”

The Matriarchal Hall fell into a hushed silence. The flickering candlelight painted dancing shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of solemnity and anticipation.

“Reflect, dear Kelly,” the priestess spoke, her voice carrying the weight of tradition, “on the girl you were—the dreams, the laughter, the innocence. Embrace those memories, for they are the foundation upon which your womanhood stands.”

Kelly closed her eyes, a montage of her childhood playing in her mind like a cherished film. The adventures she’d had with her twin brother, her father’s kind presence and dedicated involvement, the fun and exciting experiences with her aunts, the comforting warmth of her grandmothers, the support and encouragement of her mother—each memory a stepping stone leading her to this pivotal juncture.

As Kelly opened her eyes, the priestess continued, “Now, with gratitude for the girl you were, extinguish the Timeless Torch. Let its flame be a beacon illuminating the path you’ve traveled, and as its light fades, step boldly into the woman you are becoming.”

With one powerful breath, Kelly extinguished the flame of the Timeless Torch. Around her, the women she had involved in the ceremony blew out their candles. The room was plunged into darkness.

The priestess’s voice rang out in the blackness, invoking a final blessing. “May the moonlight guide our paths, and may the wisdom of Mother Nature watch over us. As we conclude this First Moon celebration, let the bonds of sisterhood and the wisdom of our foremothers be a source of strength and inspiration for all.”

The electric lights flickered on a few seconds after she finished speaking, revealing the smiling faces of the women who had shared in Kelly’s First Moon ceremony. The audience erupted into a final round of applause, a symphony of supportive cheers and claps echoing through the hall. The priestess gracefully descended the stage, her ceremonial robes flowing behind her.

As the guests began to head to the banquet room for the feast, Kelly was enveloped in hugs and well-wishes from friends and family. Aunt Sarah, with tears of pride in her eyes, embraced Kelly tightly.

“You’ve made us all so proud, kiddo,” she whispered.

Aunt Emily, towering over Kelly, bent down to hug her. “The journey ahead is as bright as the torch you extinguished. Embrace it, Kelly.”

Nadira approached, a warm smile on her face. “Thanks again for including me, Kelly.”

As the guests moved towards the exit, their chatter filling the air, the DJ and her assistants got to work transforming the Matriarchal Hall for the party that would follow the feast.

As Jake stood at Klara’s side, he caught a whiff of the delicious aroma of the catered meal, and his mouth began to water.

As the last of the guests shared their congratulations, his eyes lingered on his daughter, now a woman in the eyes of their society. A mix of emotions played across his face—pride, nostalgia, and a touch of apprehension.

His thoughts swirled as he contemplated the changes this transition would bring to their family dynamics. He remembered the days of parenting two lively twins, the shared laughter and occasional arguments, the comforting routines of bedtime stories and family dinners.

Now, Kelly was stepping into a new phase of life, a woman with responsibilities and privileges that were beyond his experience. It would be a shift for the entire family. There was a bittersweet beauty in this transformation, a realization that his baby girl had grown into a woman with her own path to forge.

Jake took a deep breath, inhaling the atmosphere of celebration and love that surrounded him. He knew he needed to embrace the inevitability of change. He had to have faith in the woman that his daughter was becoming, and do his best to help their family grow and adapt in the light of this new phase in Kelly’s life.

Elsewhere, the twins were thriving during their fifth-grade year. Kelly was the most popular girl in their class, admired by students and faculty alike. At home, Jake found himself looking up to his daughter more and more, and not just because the top of his head no longer even reached the waistband of her pants. Kelly had a natural charisma that made others seek her approval, and a way of presenting her ideas that made them seem like the only sensible course. Klara and Jake both increasingly saw a future in politics for their daughter someday.

And Kyle had a new best friend who was coaxing him out of his shell a bit more. Over the summer, Ms. Reed’s younger sister Nadira had come to live with her while their mother took an important overseas assignment. When Jake and his boss realized that Nadira would be in the twins’ class, they had arranged a play date. Nadira and Kyle had clicked immediately, and now hung out together constantly. Nadira’s vivacity complemented Kyle’s quieter demeanor, and Jake was thrilled at how Nadira had coaxed out a more outgoing side of his previously reticent son.

One day, an unexpected opportunity arose to see the twins’ progress for himself. At the breakfast table, Klara let out an irritated groan after opening an email from school. “Angelica Livingston has scheduled the fifth grade career day for March 9th, right in the middle of my overseas trip to lay the groundwork for our European expansion. Jake, do you think you’d be able to go in my stead?”

The request caught Jake by surprise; in the past, Klara had always been the one to represent their family at such events; she was the one who stand tall, literally and figuratively, after all.

“It shouldn’t be a problem, Klara. I’m sure Ms. Reed will be speaking on Nadira’s behalf, so I’ll be able to catch a ride with her.”

Kyle looked excited by this development, but Kelly clearly wasn’t pleased.

“This sucks!” she exclaimed. “We’re probably going to be the only kids in the class with their dad showing up. It’s going to be so embarrassing!”

Klara looked at Kelly, her expression softening with empathy. She understood that, for Kelly, having her dad stand in on Career Day wasn’t quite the same as having Klara, a high-ranking executive, presenting a glamorous picture of a successful woman in the workforce.

“I know it’s not ideal, sweetie,” Klara began, reaching across the table to place a comforting hand on Kelly’s. “But sometimes life throws us curve balls, and we have to make the best of the situation. Besides, your dad will offer a different perspective on the workforce than all of the moms will.”

“Why can’t Aunt Sarah fill in instead?” Kelly demanded.

“My sister has a busy schedule, as you well know. And I’ll remind you that being an administrative assistant is a crucial role. I help Ms. Reed manage her schedule and workload efficiently,” Jake said with a half-smile, hoping to showcase the importance of his work.

Kelly rolled her eyes. “Dad, it’s not the same. Mom’s going to be in Europe, and you’ll be here, talking about… schedules and stuff. It’s not cool.”

Jake sighed inwardly, understanding that his job might not have the same glamorous appeal as Klara’s high-powered executive role. He decided to take a different approach.

Jake felt a mix of apprehension and determination as he looked at Kelly, trying to find the right words. “I get it, Kel. I’m not the high-flying executive Mom is, but I’ve been working hard and making progress at the office. It might not be as glamorous, but it’s important, and I want to share that with your class.”

Klara sighed, recognizing the limits of her daughter’s understanding. “Sweetie, Dad stepping in for Career Day is the best solution we have right now. You and Kyle will just have to make the best of it.”

As Career Day approached, Jake couldn’t shake a mix of nerves and anticipation. He had attended countless meetings and presentations at the office, but standing in front of a room full of fifth-graders was an entirely different challenge. It would also be his first time in a classroom with students since his days as a volunteer assistant.

On the morning of the event, Jake was wearing his best suit and tie, trying to exude an air of professionalism. When he and Ms. Reed left the office early to head to the school, Jake couldn’t help but notice the puzzled looks on the faces of his colleagues. He knew what they were thinking: What is a man doing going to career day?

As Jake and Ms. Reed arrived at the school, they were greeted by a flurry of activity. The hallways were adorned with colorful posters and decorations, a stark contrast to the spartan aesthetic at the office. And he remembered from his volunteering days how excited the kids got at any deviation from the normal routine.

Jake, feeling a bit self-conscious, followed Ms. Reed to the auditorium where the parents were congregating. He spotted a couple other men, but the crowd was overwhelmingly female. Once everybody had taken their seats, the headmistress addressed the assembled parents.

Agatha Steelgrave welcomed them with a warm smile. “Thank you all for taking time out of your busy days to share your experiences with our fifth graders. And is that Jake Mitty I see in the third row?”

Jake shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the headmistress called attention to him. It wasn’t that he disliked being recognized; rather, it was the tone in which Headmistress Steelgrave did it that rubbed him the wrong way. The comment about his presence felt more like a condescending observation than a genuine acknowledgment. He was already acutely aware of how he stood out like an undersized thumb in this sea of towering, accomplished women.

The headmistress continued her address, her gaze lingering on Jake as she spoke. “It’s always refreshing to have a male perspective on Career Day. I’m sure the children will benefit from his insights into the more… limited roles within the workforce.”

Once Headmistress Steelgrave concluded her welcome speech, the parents were directed to their respective classrooms. Jake followed Ms. Reed to the twins’ fifth-grade classroom. The excitement in the air was palpable as the parents lined up in front of the chalkboard. Jake quickly realized he was the only man present. And judging by their attire, all of the mothers had more prestigious jobs than he did. Even the construction worker displayed a raw strength and physical might that he couldn’t hope to match.

As Jake stood next to Ms. Reed at the front of the classroom, he noticed that many of the children’s curious eyes followed his every move even as the mothers ahead of him spoke about their careers. Kyle sat with an expectant smile, hopeful that his father would impress his classmates. On the other hand, Kelly slouched in her seat, her expression a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

Ms. Reed spoke directly before him. She looked stylish in her sleeveless black suit. Her poised demeanor accentuated her authority. As she began her presentation, she spoke eloquently about her role as a supervisor in the Administrative Support Unit. Her responsibilities ranged from overseeing complex projects to managing high-level meetings with executives. The children listened with wide eyes as she effortlessly conveyed the significance of her position.

“As the supervisor of the Administrative Support Unit,” she began, “I oversee a team of dedicated professionals who play a pivotal role in ensuring that the company has what it needs to function smoothly. This means making critical decisions; I’m often involved in strategic planning and have top-level responsibility for shaping the direction of my unit.”

She went on to describe the dynamic nature of her job, how each day brought new challenges that required quick thinking and adaptability. Ms. Reed’s speech painted a picture of a high-powered executive who held significant authority, someone who played an integral part in the organization’s success.

The mothers in the room listened with admiration, nodding approvingly at the dynamic career Ms. Reed was describing. The children, too, seemed captivated by Ms. Reed’s powerful presence. Kelly, in particular, stared at Ms. Reed with a mix of awe and envy.

Jake couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of self-consciousness. As Ms. Reed spoke, he became acutely aware of the contrast between her prestigious role and his own lowlier position as an administrative assistant. The discrepancy in authority and responsibility felt magnified in the classroom setting, especially with all of the judging eyes and eyes.

Jake could sense a shift in the room’s energy when it was his turn to speak, a subtle lowering of expectations. As the twins got up and took their place at the side of the classroom, Nadira lingered, offering Kyle and his sister moral support.

Jake took a deep breath, attempting to steady his nerves. “Hello, everyone. I’m Jake Tsai, Kelly and Kyle’s dad, and I report to Ms. Reed as her administrative assistant.”

He noticed some puzzled looks among the children, and paused as one of the girls in the class raised her hand.

“Yes?” he asked, pointing to the girl.

The girl stood up, and he found himself craning his neck to make eye contact with the much taller student.

“Aren’t you, like, a lot older than Nadira’s sister?” the girl inquired. “How is she your boss?”

Jake hesitated, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected question. He glanced at Ms. Reed, who maintained a composed expression, neither confirming nor denying the implied age difference.

“Well, uh, that’s a good observation,” Jake stammered, trying to find the right words. “You see, age doesn’t always determine your position at work. It’s more about the skills and expertise you bring to the table.” 

The girl raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with his response. “So, even though you’ve been working a lot longer, Ms. Reed got promoted over you because she’s just a lot more capable than you are?”

“Well, it’s not just about capability,” he began, choosing his words more carefully. “It’s also about leadership qualities.”

The girl nodded, a smirk forming at the corner of her mouth. “Yeah, I can see how it would be hard for someone as tiny as you are to be a leader.”

Jake felt a twinge of discomfort at the girl’s remark. He was accustomed to handling meetings and discussions in a professional setting, but facing a group of fifth-graders with unfiltered honesty was an unexpected challenge. Nor did it help that so many of the mothers in the classroom were struggling to contain their laughter at the girl’s pointed remark.

Trying to regain control of the situation, Jake pressed on. “Well, leadership comes in many forms. It’s not always about physical size. And every role has something to contribute to a successful workplace.”

A murmur of skepticism rippled through the classroom. Despite the unexpected challenge from the blunt fifth-grader, Jake continued to plow ahead, determined to salvage his presentation.

“Let me tell you about my role,” Jake continued, shifting the focus away from the uncomfortable topic. “As Ms. Reed’s administrative assistant, I play a crucial role providing the support she needs to do her job effectively. I manage schedules, coordinate meetings, and ensure that everything runs efficiently behind the scenes.”

He tried to infuse enthusiasm into his words, hoping to convey the significance of his responsibilities. Still, he couldn’t help but notice that the children’s attention seemed to waver. And the mothers’ reactions were particularly disheartening. Some exchanged glances that seemed to say, “Is this really all he does?” He felt a growing sense of frustration, mixed with rising panic.

“And you know what? Being an administrative assistant has its own set of challenges. I need to be organized, detail-oriented, and quick on my feet. It might not sound as exciting as what Ms. Reed does, but it’s a vital piece of the puzzle. “

Just when it all seemed to have gone off the rails, Nadira spoke up in support from the side of the classroom. “My sister has told me more than once that Jake — Mr. Tsai — is a real lifesaver for her.”

“That’s right,” Ms. Reed added. “He’s like the secret weapon of the office. I’m lucky to have him working for me.”

The room seemed to shift slightly in response to Ms. Reed’s supportive words. Jake felt a surge of gratitude towards his boss and her younger sister; their acknowledgment helped validate his role in the eyes of the children and their mothers.

Emboldened, Jake continued, “You see, every job, no matter how big or small, contributes to the overall success of the team. Whether you’re leading a project, managing schedules, or ensuring that everyone has the tools they need, it’s all part of making things work.”

Jake turned his attention to Kyle and Kelly. It was clear that Kyle was proud of his old man, even though Kelly still looked pretty disgruntled.

“And you know what’s the best part? I get to see the results of my work every day. When things run smoothly, it’s a win for the whole team.”

As he spoke, Jake could sense a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The children were listening more intently now, perhaps seeing a different side of the professional world—one that wasn’t just about corner offices and executive decisions.

He decided to wrap up his presentation on a positive note. “So, even though I might not have a fancy title, I take pride in what I do. And who knows, maybe one day some of you will find yourselves in roles that you never expected, doing important work that makes a difference.”

As Jake finished his speech, the room was filled with a mix of polite applause and curious gazes. The children seemed to be processing this new perspective on careers, while some of the mothers wore expressions that suggested a degree of reconsideration.

As the next parent started speaking, a pretty Hispanic woman who was an important federal judge, Jake was relieved to have the attention off of him.

As the career presentations continued, Jake couldn’t help but reflect on the diversity of roles and experiences being shared. From astronauts to physicians to dance choreographers, each parent offered a unique perspective on the professional world. The children, in turn, absorbed these diverse narratives, expanding their understanding of what it meant to have a career.

When the presentations concluded, the parents were invited to join their children for a small reception in the school’s cafeteria. Jake was gratified when many of the boys in the twins’ class approached him, genuinely interested in hearing more about his role as an administrative assistant.

“I didn’t know I could have a career too,” one told him, a thoughtful expression on the boy’s face.

On the drive home, Ms. Reed caught Jake’s eye in the rear view mirror. “You handled that well, Jake. It’s not easy being the lone representative of a less traditional role, but you made a real impact today.”

Jake appreciated Ms. Reed’s words, grateful for her support during a moment that initially felt like an uphill battle.

“You know, your dad is really cool,” Nadira said to Kelly in the middle row of the SUV, flashing a warm smile. “He might not be in the limelight, but he’s doing important stuff. Imani really depends on him.”

Kelly looked at Nadira skeptically. “Really?”

Nadira nodded. “Yeah! I mean, my dad just follows my mom around, doing whatever she tells him to. Your dad’s actually contributing to something.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Kelly’s mouth. The realization that her dad’s work, though different from her mom’s, had its own significance began to settle in.

When the SUV came to a top in their driveway, Jake and the twins said their goodbyes to Ms. Reed and Nadira. As Kelly unlocked the front door, Jake let out a heavy sigh. The day had been a roller coaster of emotions for Jake. From the initial discomfort of being the only man in the room to the subtle shift in perception as he spoke about his role, he had navigated uncharted territory.

“I’m proud of you, Dad,” Kyle said with a genuine smile later that evening, breaking the silence that had lingered since they had begun preparing dinner together.

“Thanks, buddy,” Jake replied, as he put a pot of water on the stove to boil.

“I guess it wasn’t as bad as I thought,” Kelly added as she came in the kitchen to check on their progress. “You did okay, all things considered.”

Jake chuckled, appreciating Kelly’s straightforwardness. “Well, I’ll take an ‘okay’ from you as a win.”

“You still don’t get to go on cool trips for work like Mom does,” Kelly added, rather snarkily.

Jake just shrugged. “Hey, you never know. It could happen.”

And later that year, shortly after the start of sixth grade for the twins, it would.

While Jake had agreed to support Klara’s decision for him to volunteer at the twins’ school, what was supposed to be temporary had become a long-term commitment that left him feeling overwhelmed and overshadowed. After the difficulties of the last year especially, Jake had reached a breaking point. He dreaded the prospect of continuing as a volunteer assistant for fourth grade. These past four years had already taken a toll on his self-esteem and sense of autonomy, and he feared how the new dynamics of the upper grades would damage his relationships with his children, especially Kelly. He knew that he needed to find a way to regain control of his life and focus on his own aspirations and ambitions.

As he walked with the twins to the parking lot, Jake couldn’t help but marvel at how much they had changed during their time at Angelica Livingston Elementary.

Kelly had blossomed into a confident and articulate young girl. She had excelled academically and was known as a natural leader among her peers. She had made many friends and was extremely popular. Her time at the school, surrounded by strong female role models, had further nurtured her assertiveness, and she had embraced the idea of women in positions of authority. She had also shot up in height, and the eight-year-old now towered over her father; Jake was only eye level with her belly button now.

The difference in their height had been growing more noticeable over the past few years, and seemed to reflect a broader shift in their father-daughter dynamic. The once-clear lines of authority had blurred, and while Kelly and her father were still close, she no longer looked to Jake for guidance and discipline in the same way she had when she was younger. Instead, she regarded him more as a supportive presence, someone to share her thoughts and experiences with rather than an authority figure to obey.

Kyle, on the other hand, remained the same shy and introverted boy he had always been. Over the four years of elementary school, he had struggled to come out of his shell, often staying on the periphery of social activities. While he had made a few close friends, he didn’t have the same ease with social interactions as his sister did. He was known to his peers as the quiet, thoughtful one in the class. Jake worried about his son, sensing Kyle’s struggle to find his place in a school that emphasized such rigid gender roles.

When Kelly announced that she had spotted Sarah’s car on the other side of the parking lot, Jake’s thoughts drifted to his sister.
As Klara’s career had continued to flourish, she had had to travel for work more and more frequently. During her trips, Sarah had stepped in to help take care of the twins and manage the household. Even as a high schooler, Sarah had had a commanding presence. While the original plan had been for her to just help Jake out while Klara was away, she had effortlessly assumed the role of temporary head of the house during Klara’s absences, and the twins respected her authority. When she had left for college, the twins had felt like a third parent was leaving, not just their cool young paternal aunt.

Sarah had earned her Bachelorette’s Degree in Mechanical Engineering the previous spring, and was now at the end of her gap year. While Sarah had done a lot of traveling since graduating, she’d also been a huge help to Jake during the past year. The twins had loved having her back in their lives on such a frequent basis. Jake would have been happy for Sarah to extend her gap year indefinitely, but he knew their mother had started to put pressure on her to lock down a job.

Sarah was standing outside leaning against the hood of her car, her arms crossed as she watched them approach. She had grown into a tall and athletic woman with a confident demeanor, so Jake knew she’d find the right career opportunity soon enough.

“Hey, little bro!” Sarah greeted Jake with a warm smile as they reached her car. “How was your last day as a volunteer assistant?”

Jake chose his words carefully, trying to be diplomatic in case any of the teachers or school administrators were within earshot. “It was quite the experience, as always. I can’t believe the twins are going to be in fourth grade next year.”

“Tempus fugit!” Sarah agreed, as she slid into the driver’s seat. Their mother had insisted that both of her children take Latin as an elective when they were in college. Despite her renown as an athlete, their mother was a firm believer in the benefits of a classical education.

As Sarah started the engine, Kelly took the lead in strapping both Jake and her brother into their booster seats, displaying a level of competence that had become increasingly evident over the past year.

During the car ride home, Jake listened from the backseat as Sarah and Kelly caught up on family news. Sarah talked about her recent travels, while Kelly told her aunt about all of the things she’d learned in third grade and the latest gossip within her friend group.

When they arrived home, the sight of Klara’s brand new luxury SUV in the driveway lifted Jake’s spirits. He had worried that she’d forgotten her promise to take the family out to dinner to celebrate the twins finishing third grade. He knew that the twins had been really looking forward to it, and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to discuss returning to work with Klara in a more relaxed setting.

While Kelly unbuckled her father and brother, Jake noticed that Sarah hadn’t turned off the engine.

“Aren’t you coming in, Sarah?” he asked. “I’m sure Klara would be happy to have you along for dinner.”

Sarah just smiled and shook her head. “You remember my old friend Sally? She’s made it to the minor leagues, and her team is playing across the river tonight. Me and a bunch of girls from high school are going to the game to cheer her on.”

Jake nodded, understanding Sarah’s excitement to support her friend’s big game. “Have fun at the game, Sarah, and send our best wishes to Sally!”

“Will do, little bro,” Sarah replied, extending her arm through the open car window and giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.

With a parting smile, Sarah drove off to meet up with her old friends. After waving goodbye, Jake and Kyle followed Kelly into the house.

Inside, the air was filled with the familiar aroma of coffee brewing. Jake could hear his wife on a video conference in her den, still hard at work even though she’d left the office early.

Kelly kicked off her shoes and dropped her backpack on the floor before running off in the direction of her bedroom. As Jake picked up after her, Kyle took his own shoes off carefully, and made sure that both his shoes and his backpack were put away properly.

Jake couldn’t help but notice the contrast between his two children’s behaviors. Kelly, growing into her role as an independent and assertive young girl, was often quick and exuberant in her actions. In contrast, Kyle, with his careful and deliberate nature, displayed a regard for others that his sister sometimes lacked.

He headed toward Klara’s den, where her voice was still audible from the ongoing video conference. He waited until it was obvious that the meeting had ended, and then knocked lightly on the door frame before entering.

Klara glanced up from her computer screen, giving him a warm smile. “Hey, Jake. How did the twins handle the last day of school?”

“They handled it well,” Jake replied, taking a seat in one of the chairs opposite Klara’s desk. “It’s hard to believe they’re going into fourth grade already.”

Klara leaned back in her chair and sighed, a hint of exhaustion in her eyes. “Tell me about it. Time flies. I can’t believe how much they’ve grown. I’m sure I’ll hear all about it at dinner tonight. I got us reservations at La Grande Mère; Kelly went there several months back with Erin’s family to celebrate when Erin’s mother won her congressional race, Kelly has been raving about the food and the ambiance ever since.”

“Sounds fancy!” Jake replied with a smile. “But before we go, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”

Klara seemed ready to listen. But before he could get a word out, a message notification popped on Klara’s laptop. She glanced at the screen and then back at Jake, her expression a mix of frustration and resignation.

“Sorry, Jake, it seems like I have another conference call in about 15 minutes. Work has been relentless lately,” Klara sighed. “Can it wait until dinner?”

Jake nodded understandingly. “Of course, Klara. We can talk about it at dinner.” He rose from his chair and leaned in to give his wife a quick peck on the cheek. “Don’t worry about work too much. We’ll make the most of our dinner tonight.”

Klara managed a weary smile. “Thanks, Jake. I appreciate your understanding. Let’s make it a special evening for the kids. In the meantime, why don’t you throw in a load of laundry? Kelly’s going to need pack a lot of clean clothes for sleepaway camp next week.”

Jake nodded. “Sure thing, Klara. I’ll take care of the laundry.”

As Jake walked out of Klara’s den, he couldn’t shake the feeling of frustration about not having the opportunity to discuss his concerns right away. However, he understood that Klara’s demanding job often took precedence, and he was determined to make the most of their dinner celebration.

As Jake sorted through the laundry, he couldn’t help but reflect on how much had changed over the years. The dynamics within his family had evolved significantly, and he knew that he needed to remind Klara that he had a lot more to offer than just childrearing and housework.

After starting the washing machine, Jake decided to take advantage of the remaining free time he had before dinner to tidy up the house. As he vacuumed the living room, Jake couldn’t ignore the anticipation building inside him. While dinner at La Grande Mère was an opportunity to celebrate the twins’ achievements, it would also determine whether Jake could regain control of his life and pursue the ambitions he’d put on hold for several years.

When it was finally time to leave for dinner, The twins bounded down the stairs dressed in their best outfits, their excitement palpable. Jake couldn’t help but smile at their enthusiasm. Little Kyle was wearing a freshly ironed pair of slacks and a long sleeve light blue button down dress shirt, while his towering sister was wearing the salmon-colored summer dress that Sarah had recently bought for her.

Klara emerged from her den, looking slightly frazzled, she surveyed her diminutive husband’s appearance with a mixture of surprise and disapproval.

“Jake, you’re still wearing that?” Klara’s tone was tinged with displeasure.

Jake looked down at his volunteer assistant uniform, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Oh, um, yeah. I didn’t have a chance to change yet. I was busy with some chores and—”

Klara interrupted him, her frustration apparent. “Jake, you know how important this dinner is. I can’t believe you’re still wearing that uniform. You need to look presentable. The restaurant is quite upscale, and we’re celebrating the twins’ accomplishments.”

Jake felt a pang of embarrassment. He knew that Klara had a point, but he hadn’t anticipated her reaction.

Klara turned to Kelly. “Your father is hopeless sometimes, Kelly. Can you help him find something more suitable to wear for dinner?”

Kelly, always eager to help and assert her independence, nodded enthusiastically. “Sure, Mom! I’d be happy to pick out something nice for him to wear.”

They were talking over Jake’s head like he wasn’t even there, something that had been happening more frequently now that Kelly was so much taller than he was.

As Kelly headed confidently towards the master bedroom, Jake struggled to keep up with her longer strides. He followed her, feeling a mixture of pride in her independence and a sense of vulnerability as he was once again confronted with the substantial height difference between them.

Inside the bedroom, Kelly began rummaging through his closet, her face scrunched up in concentration. A few moments later, she reemerged with a rather extravagant outfit: a bright purple silk dress shirt and a pair of black trousers that had been exiled to the back of his closet as his waistline had expanded.

“Here you go, Dad,” Kelly said, holding the clothes out to him with a bright smile. “You will look super cool in this outfit.”

Jake hesitated, eyeing the outfit skeptically. “Uh, are you sure about this, Kelly? It’s a bit… flashy, don’t you think?”

Kelly, however, was not about to back down. She was determined to help her father make a good impression, and her ever increasing height advantage seemed to give her a newfound sense of authority.

“Dad,” she said firmly, “this is a special dinner to celebrate our accomplishments. You need to look your best. Trust me, this is the kind of thing that all the cool dads wear. You’ll fit right in, and Mom will be happy.”

Jake felt a mixture of frustration and resignation. He knew that arguing with his daughter, especially given her current stature, would likely be futile. Reluctantly, he took the clothes from her and began changing into the outfit she had chosen. He had to really suck in his stomach to get the pants buttoned.

When he emerged from his bedroom, Kelly and Klara both turned to him with expectant looks. Kelly’s eyes were filled with excitement, while Klara’s expression was more approving than he had anticipated.

“Well, what do you think, Mommy?” Kelly asked, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

Klara nodded approvingly. “I think it looks great, Jake. It’s a fun and vibrant choice, perfect for a celebratory dinner.”

Jake was taken aback by their response. He had expected Klara to side with him and help him choose a more conservative outfit. Instead, it seemed like Kelly’s taste was winning the day.

“Thanks for helping your father, Kelly! He needs to be more adventurous with his fashion.”

With the women of the house finally satisfied with Jake’s outfit, the family piled into Klara’s SUV. During the drive to the restaurant, Klara and Kelly chatted excitedly in the front while Jake and Kyle listened quietly in the back.

They soon arrived at La Grande Mère. Klara pulled up to the entrance and tossed her keys to the valet. As the four of them walked inside, Jake couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. The restaurant was dimly lit, with soft classical music playing in the background. It had been a long time since he’d eaten out somewhere this nice. He couldn’t help but feel underdressed in the clothes his daughter had picked out for him. Next to him, Kyle seemed similarly overwhelmed.

Klara and Kelly however seemed right at home in this upscale setting, their confidence and assertiveness shining through. They greeted the hostess with friendly smiles and requested booster seats for Jake and Kyle. Then the whole family followed the hostess to a corner booth, its cushions upholstered with green morocco leather.

As the family slid into the corner booth, the ambiance of La Grande Mère enveloped them. The restaurant was elegantly decorated with soft, warm lighting that created an intimate atmosphere, and the tantalizing aroma of culinary creations filled the air.

Klara, ever the confident and decisive leader, took charge of ordering for the table, reviewing the ornate menu filled with French delicacies that was nearly as tall as Kyle was. She engaged the waiter in a lively conversation about the specials of the day, and her choices reflected her familiarity with fine dining. Kelly, seated next to her mother, listened intently and offered her own thoughts on the menu.

Jake and Kyle, on the other hand, felt somewhat out of their element. They exchanged nervous glances as they scanned the smaller black and white menus they’d been handed, printed on cheap white paper, and trying to decipher the French names of dishes. When Klara offered to decide for them, they were both relieved.

“Kelly, I’m so proud of your accomplishments in third grade,” Klara said with genuine admiration in her voice. “You’ve really taken on a leadership role, and your academic achievements are outstanding. I can see a bright future ahead of you.”

Kelly beamed with pride, nodding at her mother’s words. “Thanks, Mom. I’ve been working really hard, and I have amazing teachers who inspire me.”

While Jake was genuinely proud of Kelly’s achievements, his sense of unease surged again. He glanced at Kyle, who sat quietly beside him, fidgeting with his napkin. It was evident that Klara’s attention was disproportionately directed towards their daughter.

Feeling a need to balance the conversation and recognize Kyle’s achievements, Jake spoke up. “You know, Kyle has also made some great progress this year. He’s been working on his reading and has shown a lot of improvement.”

Klara’s response was polite but brief. “That’s nice, Kyle. Keep up the good work. Look to your sister as a role model.”

Kyle nodded quietly, his shyness making it difficult for him to assert himself in the conversation. He looked up to Kelly with admiration, but her rapid ascent and self-assuredness had sometimes left him feeling overshadowed. Jake could sense his son’s desire for recognition and approval.

The dinner conversation continued, with Klara and Kelly discussing various aspects of the school year, Kelly’s friends, and future goals. Klara was enthusiastic about Kelly’s involvement in extracurricular activities and encouraged her to explore leadership opportunities in school clubs. Throughout the conversation, it became evident that Klara had high expectations for Kelly’s academic and social success.

When Klara praised Kelly’s independence and maturity, Jake seized the opportunity to make his pitch. “The twins certainly have grown a lot more mature and independent this past year, which relates to I wanted to talk to you about.”

Klara looked at Jake with a hint of curiosity. “And what’s that, Jake?”

Jake paused a moment before replying, choosing his words carefully. “It’s about my role as a volunteer assistant at the school. I’ve been doing it for four years now, and I think it’s time for me to explore other opportunities.”

Klara looked surprised by Jake’s statement. “What brought this on, Jake? You’ve been doing a great job supporting the twins at school, and they value your presence there.”

Jake cleared his throat, meeting Klara’s gaze with determination. “I appreciate that, Klara, and I’ve valued being there for the twins, but I can’t help feeling that it’s time for me to focus on my own aspirations and career.”

Klara’s brow furrowed as she processed Jake’s words. “But Jake, the school values your involvement, and the twins benefit from having you there. I thought we agreed that you volunteering was what was best for our family.”

Jake nodded, acknowledging their initial agreement. “I know we did, Klara, but it was supposed to be temporary. It’s been four years, and I feel like I’ve lost a sense of autonomy and independence. I’ve put my own ambitions on hold for a long time, and I’m ready for new challenges.”

Klara’s expression shifted from surprise to a mixture of frustration and concern. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a hushed tone as she tried to keep the conversation private in the upscale restaurant.

“Jake, I understand your concerns, but you know how important it is for me to focus on my career, especially with the demands of my job. Your presence at the school has been a tremendous help, and the twins have benefited from it. Are you saying you want to return to work full-time?”

Jake hesitated, knowing this was the critical moment to convey his feelings and desires. “Yes, Klara. I want to explore job opportunities in my field again. I’ve been out of the workforce for too long, and I miss having a career of my own.”

Klara took a deep breath, her brow furrowing in thought. “Jake, I appreciate your honesty, but this is a lot to take in, especially during our celebratory dinner. Can we discuss this further at home, once we’ve had a chance to enjoy the evening with the twins?”

Jake nodded, realizing that this wasn’t the ideal time to have such a serious conversation. “Of course, Klara. Let’s enjoy the dinner and talk more about it later.”

As the family continued with their dinner, the atmosphere remained somewhat strained. Kyle seemed oblivious to the tension between his parents, but Kelly watched them both with a curious expression on her face.

Jake was grateful for the distraction when he spotted a familiar face entering the restaurant in a sexy black dress, with a younger man by her side. Anna Everett had recently been named CEO following Veronica Mitchell’s retirement, and Klara was in the running to replace her as Chief Operating Officer. Anna had come a long way since she was Jake’s intern, and was now known throughout the business world for her bold decision making and assertive personality. As the hostess showed her and her… companion to their table, she spotted Klara and Jake. After setting down her purse, she made her way over to their table, her latest boy toy in tow.

“Klara! Fancy running into you here,” Anna exclaimed, her voice dripping with false surprise. When it came to Anna, very little these days was by accident.

“Anna, it’s nice to see you,” Klara replied, forcing a polite smile.

Anna turned her attention to Kelly, who looked up at her mother’s boss with curiosity. “And who’s this young lady? Your daughter?”

Klara nodded, introducing Kelly with pride. “Yes, this is Kelly, our daughter.”

Anna raised an eyebrow, sizing up the eight-year-old girl. “She’s a spitting image of you, Klara.”

Before Klara could respond, Anna’s companion chimed in, “Anna, we should get back to our table. The sooner we eat, the sooner we can get to the nightclub.”

Anna turned to her companion and sighed dramatically. “Always in a hurry, aren’t you, Richard? You’re lucky you’re so easy on the eyes, little man.”

Ignoring her date’s impatience, Anna leaned in closer to Klara, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. “You know, with the new president’s push for diversity and those pesky hiring quotas for men she pushed through Congress, we’ve been struggling to meet the targets at the office.”

Klara nodded, aware of the new policies being implemented by Olivia Clarke’s controversial and reform-driven administration. “It’s certainly a challenging time for businesses.”

Anna’s gaze shifted toward Jake, who had been quietly observing the conversation. “You know, Klara, I couldn’t help but notice your husband over there.”

Klara seemed taken aback. “Jake? What about him?”

Anna smirked, as if she were sharing a secret. “Well, he used to work for us, didn’t he? And he’s a man. We’re looking for ways to meet those quotas, and I thought, why not bring him back on board?”

“Anna, Jake hasn’t worked in his field for years,” Klara replied cautiously. “His skills might be outdated, and he’s still needed at home.”

Anna wasn’t deterred. “I understand your concern, Klara. But these quotas are putting quite a bit of pressure on us. It could be a win-win situation if Jake can transition back into the workforce smoothly. He knows the company culture, and that could be a valuable asset. We could start him off on a trial basis, see how he fits in. It would certainly help our diversity metrics.”

Klara hesitated, torn between her desire to support Jake and her ambition to secure the position of Chief Operating Officer. She understood that Anna’s proposal could benefit both the company and her own career ambitions, but she also worried about the impact it might have on the family.

Before she could respond, it was Kelly who spoke up, surprising everyone at the table. The eight-year-old’s eyes sparkled with determination as she leaned forward and said, “Mom, I think it’s a great idea for Dad to go back to work. He’s really smart and talented, and it’s not fair for him to put his dreams on hold for so long. Plus, I’m not a little kid anymore; I can handle more responsibilities, and Kyle is growing up too. Dad should have the chance to pursue his career again.”

Jake was touched by his daughter’s unwavering support. Klara looked at Kelly with a mix of surprise and pride, seeing her daughter’s growing maturity and empathy. She also couldn’t ignore the realization that Kelly was right.

Anna leaned in closer, adding her own perspective. “Klara, think about it. If we can make this work, it could be a positive example for other families facing similar challenges. We have a chance to really be ahead of the curve on this.”

Klara took a deep breath and considered the implications of the decision. She knew that bringing Jake back into the workforce would require adjustments in their family life, but it was also an opportunity for him to regain his independence and career satisfaction. Plus, it might enhance her own chances of becoming COO.

She turned her attention to her family. “If this is going to work, the twins are going to need to step up. Especially you, Kelly. I think you’re ready for additional responsibility.”

Jake glanced over at Kelly, who had been listening attentively, and could see a mixture of anticipation and curiosity in his daughter’s eyes. “I’m ready, Mom. I’ll do whatever it takes to help the family.”

“And your father won’t have as much time for housework,” Klara continued. “So, Kyle, you’ll have to pick up the slack in that area. Under your sister’s guidance and direction, of course.”

Kyle, who had been listening quietly, nodded solemnly. “I’ll do my best to help out more around the house. I know this is something that Dad has wanted for a long time. And I know Kelly will keep me on track. Besides, these are skills I’ll need when I have my own family someday.”

Finally, Klara gave in. “Alright, we’ll give it a try.”

Anna smiled, clearly pleased with the outcome. “Excellent! I’ll arrange a meeting with the HR department first thing next week. We’ll discuss the details and set up a plan for Jake’s return. This will be a great opportunity for us to demonstrate our commitment to diversity. And rest assured, Klara, I’ll make sure the board of directors recognizes your role in making this happen.”

As Anna and her date said good night and returned to their own table, the whole family’s mood seemed lighter.

Klara turned to Kelly with a proud smile. “You know, Kelly, you’re growing into quite a remarkable young lady.”

Jake reached over and squeezed his daughter’s hand, his heart filled with gratitude. “We’re lucky to have such an amazing daughter, Kelly. Your support means everything to me.”

Kelly beamed with pride, her sense of accomplishment evident. “Thanks, Mom. I just want what’s best for all of us. And I know Kyle will do great at his new chores, too.”

After their delicious meal, the family left the restaurant with a sense of renewal and optimism. Jake’s desire to go back to work has been a source of tension that had loomed over his and Klara’s marriage for a long time, and now that tension had dissipated. As they stepped out into the warm evening air, Klara, Jake, and the twins walked together toward Klara’s SUV with a new sense of unity and purpose.

The twins, still brimming with excitement from the dinner and the unexpected turn of events, chattered animatedly about their upcoming summer plans. Kelly couldn’t wait to attend the sleepaway camp she’d been looking forward to for months, while Kyle was eager to starting learning how to manage a household from his father. Their enthusiasm was contagious, and it brought smiles to the faces of their parents.

As the city lights passed by on the drive home, casting a warm glow on the family inside the SUV, Jake couldn’t help but reflect on how well the evening had gone, despite the rough start. He knew the decisions made at the celebratory dinner would be a turning point for their family. Rejoining the workforce was a significant step towards regaining his independence and pursuing his own ambitions, and it came with the full support of his wife and children.

As they entered the house, Klara turned to Jake with a soft smile. “It’s a new chapter for our family, Jake. I know it won’t be without its challenges, but we’re in this together. I’m sorry if I’ve sometimes lost sight of that.”

Jake smiled back at Klara, his heart filled with a renewed sense of hope and determination. “I understand, Klara. We’ve both had our own challenges to navigate, but I know you have my back now. And I will always have yours. I’m excited about the possibilities that lie ahead for all of us.”

With their resilient family finally all on the same page, Jake and Klara were ready to embark on this new chapter together. As they settled into the warm embrace of their home, the twins, their futures brimming with promise, prepared for the adventures that awaited them in the coming summer. At least for the moment, the challenges of the past seemed distant, and the possibilities of the future felt as boundless as the love that held their family together.

While Jake had enjoyed getting to spend so much time with his children the past five years, he was also restless for the school year to begin. He had been looking forward to returning to work, eager to rekindle his career after taking a break to care for the twins. He envisioned himself back in the corporate world, tackling challenges, and achieving new milestones. The prospect of reclaiming his professional identity was exhilarating.

One evening, as Jake was discussing his plans with Klara, his excitement was palpable. “Klara, I can’t believe how quickly the time has flown by. With the twins starting kindergarten soon, and it’s finally time for me to restart my career.”

Klara looked down at him, her expression unreadable. “It’s great to see you so motivated, baby.”

However, Klara’s tone shifted slightly, and she hesitated before continuing. “But there’s something we need to talk about. As you know, Kelly and Kyle’s new elementary school highly encourages parent volunteers to work with the students. It’s a big part of their child-focused approach to education. Starting kindergarten can be a big adjustment, and having a parent involved can provide a sense of security and comfort.”

Jake was shocked. “You want me to start volunteering at their school? I thought we were going to discuss me going back to work.”

“Be patient, dear.” Klara replied, smiling in spite of herself. “When we first open the pool each spring and the water’s still freezing, do we leap right into the deep end? No, of course we don’t. We start by dipping our toes into the shallow end. Think of this opportunity as a way of dipping your toes back into the shallow end of the workforce.”

“Klara, I appreciate your concern, but I was really looking forward to getting back to work. It’s essential for my career, and it’s been a long time coming.”

“I’ve made my decision, Jake.” Klara’s stated flatly, a new edge to her voice. “I’ve already notified the school that you will be a full time volunteer. Believe me, you will be very busy. And what could be more rewarding than helping your children maximize their potential?”

Jake knew Klara couldn’t understand why going back to work was so important to him. She was making mid-six figures since her latest promotion, so his paycheck wouldn’t be much of a contribution to their family anymore. And he knew she believed her decision would make him happy in the long run, even if it didn’t right now. Her years as an executive and the family’s sole breadwinner had made her supremely confident. As her confidence had grown, Jake’s time as a househusband and stay-at-home dad had left him more diffident. While Klara took care to include him in decision-making when she thought it was appropriate, in certain matters her will was now indomitable. And after five years of marriage, they had both grown more comfortable with him taking a more submissive role. After all, Klara was an excellent provider. She deserved his full support.

“If it makes you happy, then I am happy.” He felt his resistance to her decision melt away before he’d finished speaking the words.

Before he knew it, Labor Day had come and gone and it was the first day of school for him as well as the twins. After cleaning up the kitchen after breakfast, Jake got dressed quickly and then sought out his wife.

“How do I look?” he asked nervously.

Klara looked him up and down with a warm smile. “You look great, Jake,” she reassured him. “Just let me touch up a couple things.”

Jake tried not to squirm as Klara fussed with the uniform she had given him for his first day of school: A light blue short-sleeve collared shirt, knee-length brown pleated shorts, and an uncomfortable pair of white flat-soled shoes. The words “Volunteer Assistant” were embroidered on the left breast of the shirt in darker blue stitching. It didn’t fit him the best, feeling maybe a size too large.

Klara looked him over one last time and then nodded to herself. “There. You look good. Now, let’s get going. We don’t want to be late on your first day.”

They gathered Kelly and Kyle and headed out to Klara’s car. Kelly strapped Kyle into his rear-facing car seat, while Klara helped Jake up into his forward-facing booster seat. Then Klara and Kelly climbed into the front of the car. The drive to the elementary school was quick, and as they arrived, Jake couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia and anticipation.

“Remember, Kelly and Kyle, be yourselves, make friends, and learn as much as you can,” Klara said as she stopped the car in front of their new school. Her voice was filled with maternal affection.

Kelly nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. “Okay, Mommy!”

Kyle, ever the quieter of the two, simply smiled and nodded shyly.

Jake felt a swell of pride as he watched Kelly help her brother out of the car. The twins were growing up so quickly, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the part of their childhood that was now ending.

Once Kelly had closed the door, Klara turned her attention to her husband, her words carrying a tone of expectation. “Remember that your behavior reflects on all of us. Anna had to use some pull to get the twins admitted into this school, and I’d hate for her to come to regret it. I expect you to be courteous and obedient at all times.”

Once he’d agreed, Klara got out of the car and helped him down from his booster seat. As Jake stepped out of the car, he resisted the urge to adjust the uncomfortable uniform he was wearing. He watched as Klara gave each of the twins a hug and kiss, reminding them to be good students.

As Jake escorted the twins into the school building, he felt a pang of unease. While he had been looking forward to rejoining the workforce, this wasn’t what he’d had in mind. The idea of being a full-time volunteer at a school was a significant shift. However, he was determined to support his family and obey Klara’s decision.

As usual, Kelly was leading the way. “Me and Mommy visited the school last week, and she showed me our classroom. Come on, Kyle, I take you!”

Before Jake knew it, his children had vanished and he found himself surrounded by towering figures. It wasn’t just the teachers; after all, even in grade school, all of the girls were much bigger than he was.

As the last of the confused students were directed to the appropriate classrooms, found himself a loss at loss for where he was supposed to go. But eventually, one of the teachers spotted him in his uniform and directed him to the gymnasium.

When he got to the gym, the most massive woman he had ever seen was standing by the door. She was at least half a foot taller than Klara, and her wool sweater strained against her muscular body.

“You must be Kelly’s husband, Jake.” She said, after a glance at her clipboard.

“Oh yes! I’m Jake. You must be the headmistress, Agatha?”

“Headmistress Steelgrave,” She corrected sternly.

Remembering his conversation with Klara in the car, Jake backpedaled immediately. “My apologies, Headmistress. I thought I’d heard my wife refer to you as Agatha over the phone.”

Her frown deepened further. “We expect more formality from our volunteer assistants. Once you start working in the classroom, it’s important that the boys see you demonstrating proper deference to your superiors.”

Having made her point, and she stepped aside and permitted him to enter the gym.

Inside, Jake spotted a few dozen men seated on the bottom few rows of the bleachers, dressed exactly the same as he was. He moved quickly to join them.

After a few minutes, a new woman strode confidently across the gym and stood before them. She wasn’t quite as tall as Headmistress Steelgrave, but she was equally muscular. She was quite young looking, too, more like a college student than a working professional. Her long blonde hair flowed down one shoulder, coming to rest on her left breast. She was clutching a clipboard of her own. As she smiled at the assembled volunteers, Jake couldn’t help but notice how vibrantly white her teeth were.

“Welcome to Angelica Livingston Elementary, assistants!” the young woman began, her voice surprisingly youthful and girlish. “Many of you volunteered with us previously, but I see several names marked as new participants. Quiet please, so we can get started.”

The men surrounding Jake on a bleachers fell silent immediately.

“First let me introduce myself. You and the students will know me as Ms. Marshall. This is my first year here at the school. I’m currently finishing up my Master’s degree in Education, and I’ll be student teaching in Mrs. Walker’s classroom. But in addition, Headmistress Steelgrave has also asked me to serve as volunteer coordinator. Each of you will be assigned to a classroom and a teacher. But for matters outside of the classroom, I will be your first point of contact. When I’m not teaching, I will be visiting your classrooms and monitoring your performance. For our students to be successful, you gentlemen will need to provide the necessary support. If you want to be respected, you must earn it each and every day. No volunteer assistant is above the rules and anybody who violates them will be held accountable. Is that understood?”

Jake nodded right along with the other men on the bleachers.

She smiled brightly at their quick acquiescence. “With that out of the way, welcome! I have name tags made up for each of you already. I will read off your names one by one, followed by a teacher’s name, and a room number. When your name is called, take your name tag from me and then proceed directly to the room number identified.”

Ms. Marshall proceeded methodically down the list, and Jake watched as one man after another clambered down the bleachers, took his name tag, and then headed for the door. After a few minutes, he was the only one left.

“Jacob Tsai, Mrs. Walker, Classroom K-1,” she read finally, and then looked up from her clipboard.

“Looks like you’re with me, little man!” she said, smiling kindly as she handed him his name tag.

Looking at it as he pinned it to his shirt, he noticed that it just had his first name, “Jake”.

With the name tag pinned to his uniform, he followed Ms. Marshall out of the gymnasium and through the halls of the elementary school. After years spent mostly at home, the building felt cavernous. Brightly colored walls were adorned with children’s artwork and educational posters. As they marched through the school, Jake practically had to run to keep up with Ms. Marshall’s much longer strides.

When they got to the classroom, Mrs. Walker welcomed them warmly and provided Jake with a schedule of his responsibilities. Jake couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed as he glanced at the list of tasks that included assisting in classrooms, helping with school events, and supervising the children during recess.

“Class, this is Jake, our new volunteer assistant. Can you all say hello to him?” Mrs. Walker encouraged the children.

“Hello, Jake!” the children chimed in unison. Kelly waved to him from the back of the classroom.

Jake couldn’t help but smile at their enthusiasm. “Hello, everyone! I’m excited to be here with you all.”

“I was just walking the kids through our morning routine,” Mrs. Walker explained. “Next up is the Pledge of Allegiance! We practiced a few times already, and now Erin is going to lead us through it.”

She gestured to the blonde girl in the red t-shirt standing at the front of the class.

“Her mother taught her the words when she became our state senator. Jake, why don’t you join us this time?”
Jake soon found himself at the front of the class, standing in front of the chalkboard next to the blonde girl in red. His chin barely cleared the chalk and eraser tray along the bottom edge of the chalkboard.

Facing the rest of the kindergarten class, Jake stood there with his hand over his heart staring up at the large flag pinned to the wall over the chalkboard. When Erin began to recite the Pledge of Allegiance, he took care to match her words and pacing along with the children.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag of the Matriarchal States of America…”

While the girls’ voices were united in patriotic recitation, many of the boys seemed to be stumbling over the words which were still so new to them.

“…and to the sisterhood for which it stands, one Nation of women, by women, and for women, with compassion and camaraderie for all.”

It felt surreal to him, being in a room full of kindergartners, behaving like one of them. Standing at the front of the class, Jake felt like there was an uncomfortable spotlight on him. But he knew he had to follow the classroom rules.

After the Pledge of Allegiance, Mrs. Walker led the class through various lessons and activities. Jake tried his best to assist, helping students with their assignments, answering questions, and occasionally redirecting their attention when they got distracted. However, the children quickly picked up on the fact that Jake didn’t have the same level of authority as Mrs. Walker and Ms. Marshall. He couldn’t help but notice that the girls especially didn’t take him as seriously as they did their female teachers. It wasn’t long before they started testing his limits, talking over him, and occasionally disregarding his instructions.

By contrast, Mrs. Walker’s authority was absolute, and the children followed her instructions without question. Jake found himself impressed by her ability to maintain control while fostering a warm and nurturing atmosphere. He was beginning to understand why the headmistress had assigned Ms. Marshall to her classroom.

The staff lounge was restricted to faculty and female staff, so Jake sat with the other volunteer assistants in the cafeteria at lunch. They were all men like him, wearing the same uniform and following the same rules. They shared stories and discussed their experiences so far. Most of them had never worked outside the home. And even those who had worked had held subordinate positions like receptionists, file clerks, and janitors. Only one of the other volunteer assistants had attempted an actual career like Jake had. This was Tom’s fifth consecutive year as a volunteer assistant.

“It’s not easy, is it?” Tom leaned over and whispered. “Being a volunteer assistant is a lot different from the corporate world.”

Jake nodded in agreement. “It’s a major adjustment, that’s for sure. I’m used to collaborating as part of a team, and now I feel like I’m just following orders.”

Tom chuckled. “You’ll get used to it. Wait until you get to fourth grade and they start making you address the girl students as Ms. So-And-So. But whenever I get frustrated, I just have to remind myself that we’re here to support the education and growth of these children. It’s a noble cause.”

At recess, Jake joined the children on the playground. The boys and girls played together, but it was clear that the girls were more dominant and assertive. Jake watched as they organized games, set rules, and resolved conflicts among themselves. The boys, including his own son Kyle, all instinctively deferred to their much larger female classmates. He supposed that the same had been true when he was their age, but that wasn’t how he remembered it.

Jake held back with the other newbies and watched how the more experienced volunteer assistants engaged with the children. When arguments arose on the playground, they got actively involved with the younger kids. But they were far more cautious when one of the older, bigger girls in the upper grades was involved. Those girls spoke to the volunteer assistants politely, but it was clear that they didn’t view them as their equals.

As recess came to an end, Ms. Marshall approached Jake and the other volunteer assistants. “Great job, everyone, for helping out during recess,” she commended. “Now, it’s time to head back to your assigned classrooms.”

Jake returned to Mrs. Walker’s classroom, and the afternoon passed in a blur of lessons, activities, and helping students. While he still felt out of place, he was too busy to dwell on it. And the children were starting to accept him as a regular presence, even though they still looked to the teachers instead of him when they needed help.

During one particularly challenging moment, Jake tried to redirect a group of children who were getting too noisy, but his efforts were met with giggles and dismissive looks. Mrs. Walker, noticing the disruption, stepped in and effortlessly restored order with a calm but authoritative tone. Afterward, she pulled him aside for a quiet word.

“Jake,” Mrs. Walker said kindly, “I appreciate your enthusiasm and eagerness to assist, but you may find it more effective to observe and learn how Ms. Marshall and I manage the classroom. Remember, this is your first day too, and just as much of a learning experience as it is for the children. We’ll get you more hands on gradually, so that everybody has time to adjust.”

Jake nodded. He felt somewhat deflated but understood her point. “If that’s what you think is best, Mrs. Walker.”

Jake limited his interactions with the children for the remainder of the afternoon, as he honored Mrs. Walker’s request that he focus more on observation than participation. He answered questions when asked, helped with tasks as needed, and tried his best to blend into the background. At the end of the school day, Jake helped the students with their belongings and then watched them shuffle out of the classroom, with only Kelly and Kyle hanging back. Mrs. Walker thanked him for his assistance and reminded him that he would have more opportunities to be actively involved as he gained experience.

As he walked with the twins to Klara’s car, Kelly couldn’t stop talking about her exciting day at school. She chatted animatedly about the new friends she had made, the fun activities they had done, and how much she admired Mrs. Walker and Ms. Marshall. It was clear that Kelly was thriving in this new environment, where she was surrounded by strong female role models. Kyle, although visibly exhausted, seemed content but quieter in comparison.

Once they were all secured in Klara’s car, Kelly repeated her account of her first day to her mother.

“Mommy, you won’t believe what we did in class today!” Kelly exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. “We learned the Pledge of Allegiance, and I made a new friend named Lily. She has the prettiest hair, and we played together during recess.”

“That sounds wonderful, sweetheart,” Klara replied with a warm smile, clearly pleased by Kelly’s enthusiasm. “I’m so glad you had a great first day.”

Jake felt a twinge of guilt as he watched Klara and Kelly bond over their shared excitement about school. He wished he could be as enthusiastic about his own experience, but the reality of being a volunteer assistant was sinking in, and it was far from the career he had envisioned for himself.

As they settled in for dinner that evening, Klara asked Kyle about his first day at school. Unlike Kelly’s animated storytelling, Kyle’s response was more subdued.

“It was okay,” Kyle replied, looking down at his plate. “I played with the building blocks, and my teacher is nice.”

Jake couldn’t help but notice the contrast between his children’s experiences. Kelly was thriving in her new environment, making friends and embracing the structured learning environment, while Kyle seemed to be taking a more reserved approach to his first day.

After dinner, once he’d finished cleaning up the table and washing the dishes, he joined Klara in front of the television.

Once the evening news with Lena Fischer ended, Klara turned to Jake, her expression serious. “Jake, I hope you understand why I made this decision for you. It’s essential for the children’s development and our family as a whole. But it’s also a way for you to show me that you can adapt and excel in a different environment.”

Jake listened to Klara’s words, feeling a mixture of frustration and resignation. He knew that Klara was determined to see him succeed in his role as a volunteer assistant at the twins’ school, but it was challenging for him to accept this significant shift in his life. He had envisioned himself back in the corporate world, tackling challenging projects, and regaining his professional identity. However, Klara’s unwavering confidence in her decision left him with little room for argument.

“I understand, Klara,” Jake replied with a sigh. “I’ll do my best to excel in this role and prove to you that I can adapt to this new environment.”

She ruffled his hair affectionately. “Consider this experience as an opportunity to gain new skills, build connections, and showcase your dedication. If you excel in this role, it will open up doors for you in the future. And when the time is right, I’ll fully support your return to the corporate world. But I’m the one who will decide when the time is right. For now, I need you to focus on this commitment for the sake of our family and the children.”

They watched a rerun of “Mother Knows Best”, and then Jake got up to help Kelly and Kyle brush their teeth. He noticed that Kelly, who had always been more outspoken and assertive, was a little less deferential to him. After they were done in the bathroom, he always read the twins a story. This time, she insisted on choosing the book herself. And when she got into bed, she adjusted her blankets to her liking without letting him help. Jake couldn’t help but feel a pang of discomfort, remembering the struggles he’d had when she was a toddler.

As he left the twins’ room, Jake couldn’t help but wonder if Kelly’s experience at school, surrounded by strong female authority figures, was starting to influence her behavior at home. It was something he would need to keep an eye on and discuss with Klara.

“Something bothering you?” Klara asked, when he rejoined her in the living room.

Jake nodded, deciding to share his observations about Kelly. “Everything is fine, Klara. I just noticed that Kelly was a bit different tonight, a little less deferential. I wonder if it’s because of her experiences at school today.”

Klara smiled knowingly. “It’s entirely possible, Jake. But the assertiveness you’re describing is a sign that Kelly’s growing and thriving, which is exactly what we want for her. It’s important for you to embrace this change, even if it means a slight shift in her tone.”

Jake couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease about the changes he was witnessing in Kelly’s behavior. He hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before speaking up. “Klara, I understand that Kelly’s growth and development are crucial, and I want nothing more than for her to thrive. But I also want to make sure we maintain a balance at home. We’ve always worked together as parents, and it’s essential that we continue to do so.”

Klara gave him a patient look, her eyes softening as she reached out to take his hand. “Jake, I appreciate your concern, but we can’t stifle her development because of our own insecurities.”

Jake nodded, acknowledging her point, but he still felt uneasy. “I just don’t want her to lose the respect and discipline we’ve worked so hard to instill in her. It’s important that she understands boundaries and respects authority.”

Klara leaned in closer, her tone gentle yet firm. “Jake, you need to trust me on this. I have full confidence in our daughter’s ability to maintain respect and discipline while also developing her assertiveness and independence. And as for boundaries and respecting authority, that’s precisely what she’s learning at school, under the guidance of experienced teachers and administrators.”

Jake sighed, realizing that Klara had made up her mind and that further argument would likely be futile. He gave her a resigned smile. “Alright, Klara. I trust your judgment. I just need some time to adjust to all of this.”

Klara squeezed his hand reassuringly. “Thank you for understanding, Jake. Oh, and before I forget: I’ll be out of town on a business trip next week. I’ve arranged for your sister to pick you and the twins up from school while I’m gone. Sarah will be staying in the guest room and watching the twins so that you can use the evenings to catch up on housework.”

Jake nodded, trying not to dwell on how he accepted Klara’s latest unilateral decision without protest. “That sounds like a good plan, Klara.”

After the show she was watching ended, Klara turned off the TV, and they made their way to the bedroom. Jake got ready for bed, changing out of his volunteer assistant uniform and into his pajamas. Klara did the same, and they climbed into bed together.

As Klara settled comfortably into her side of the bed, her breathing soon became slow and steady, and Jake knew that she had fallen easily to asleep. However, Jake found himself unable to follow suit. The room was quiet, except for the soft hum of the air conditioning, and the gentle rhythm of Klara’s breathing beside him.

Jake’s thoughts swirled with a sense of unease that had been building throughout the day. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was slowly losing control over his life. Klara’s decision for him to become a full-time volunteer assistant at the twins’ school had upended his plans for returning to his career. He had been eager to reclaim his professional identity, but now he felt like he was adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

As he lay there in the darkness, his mind raced with questions and doubts. How would he cope with the challenges of being a volunteer assistant at a school, surrounded by strong and assertive women? How could he balance his role as a parent with his newfound responsibilities at the school? And what would become of his own aspirations and ambitions?

Jake knew that Klara had made this decision with the best interests of their family in mind, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of powerlessness. He had always been a supportive husband, willing to take on a more submissive role in their relationship, but this felt different. It felt like he was losing a part of himself, and he wasn’t sure how to reconcile that with the expectations placed upon him.

As the minutes turned into hours, Jake continued to stare up at the ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He knew that he needed to find a way to adapt to this new chapter in their lives, but he also couldn’t deny the growing sense of foreboding that lingered in the back of his mind.

Eventually, exhaustion overcame him, and he drifted into a fitful sleep, still wrestling with the uncertainty of the future and the weight of the decisions that had been made for him.