Finally got the dovetail right

Three weeks of grinding, three broken joints, and one master who just shook his head and said, 'You're rushing it.' The grain was fussy today—won't lie, I thought I'd never get the shoulders to meet clean. But when I finally clamped it and saw how the lines snapped together? Felt like the wood was breathing. Small thing, but I stood there with my hands on the bench for a minute, just watching the light move across the joint. Never mind the boss's grumbling about time. This one’s mine.