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“That’s rough,” Jean said. And for the first time, he said it without trying to fix it. Without offering solutions, or sympathy he didn’t feel, or a pat on the back. He just sat there, letting the man’s grief be a thing that existed, like the cloud above them or the crack in the sidewalk.

And for the first time in years, he didn’t try to name the feeling. He just let it be. je m en fous

At the park bench, an old man sat down beside him. “Beautiful day,” the man said. “That’s rough,” Jean said

Je m’en fous —not as a wall, but as a door. He just sat there, letting the man’s grief

Jean had spent forty-seven years trying to care. He cared about deadlines, about his mother’s opinion, about the chipped paint on his front door. He cared so much that his shoulders were permanently curved inward, as if bracing for a falling sky.

“Lost everything,” the man added, unprompted. “Wife, house, dog. Not in that order.”

Jean almost smiled. Je m’en fous had peeled away the performance of caring. What remained was something stranger: the ability to be present without the weight of expectation.