Jon entered his house with a deep sigh. He had just come back from his high school and was still wearing the uniform. "I'm home, Mom."
"Welcome, Jon." Fiona's voice came from the back of the tiny house.
Jon went straight into his room, then threw himself on the bed. The room was also tiny. Just enough for a wardrobe, bed, and a study table. Since the small study table was occupied by a computer and a tablet for drawing, he usually wrote to do homework on the floor.
It was a confusing day for him.
Hearing a knock on his bedroom door, Jon got up and opened it. It turned out that his mother was already standing behind the door.
"You said today is the time to discuss your future career with the homeroom teacher?" Fiona asked. "How is the result?"
Sighing again, Jon made way for his mother to enter his room. "I'm confused, Mom."
"Why are you confused?" Fiona entered the room and sat on the chair belonging to her son.
