The woman raised her pinky finger, speaking earnestly:
"If ever you find yourself unable to make a choice, when the difficulties or pain become unbearable... "
"You must, must, must live for yourself, understand?"
Faced with this ominous promise, Ansel seemed somewhat resistant, "Mother, with my abilities, I will not find myself in such a situation."
"I know!" Annelisa glared at him, "But I know even better how stubborn and obstinate you can be. When you set your mind on something, you won't eat, rest, socialize, or heed anyone's advice, focusing solely on accomplishing your goal."
"I believe that's a commendable trait, Mother."
"Without moderation, it's a vice!"
Annelisa, visibly frustrated, pinched Ansel's cheek, "Will you promise or not, promise or not!"
With his cheek being playfully squeezed, Ansel had no choice but to extend his pinky finger towards his mother.
