After Roland returned home on the public bike, his parents stopped him.
The dazzlingly bright LED home-use light hung high above. Roland's parents sat across the table from him.
His parents wore serious expressions, their faces stiff like statues.
"I heard you quit? Why didn't you discuss this with us?" Roland's father asked with a tone that clearly attempted to suppress his anger.
Roland knew this day would come. He nodded in response.
"What plans do you have without a job? Were you wronged at the company?"
Roland's mother's tone was much softer. However, as their son who interacted with them for twenty years, how could Roland not know what their game was?
