I strolled along the straight road, observing as people passed me by. This particular walking path held a special allure for me. Its seclusion and lack of foot traffic provided the perfect sanctuary when I sought some moments of solitude. Surrounded by the comforting presence of trees that lined the road, their verdant branches extending until the very end, I immersed myself in the serenity of the surroundings.
As I trod on, thoughts of revealing my aspiration to become a butler to my parents occupied my mind. I reasoned that it would be best if I mustered the courage to share my ambitions with them before my homeroom teacher had the opportunity to do so. I dreaded the idea of them perceiving my hesitation as fear as I wished to spare them any unnecessary guilt.
Parents are inherently sensitive when it comes to their children's futures. They yearn for their happiness, often seeking what they perceive as the ideal path. Yet, they may fail to realize that their vision of success does not always guarantee true fulfillment. I couldn't blame them, though. Their intentions stem from a place of love, as they strive to shield their children from the struggles they endured. Understanding this, it became difficult for me to harbor anger toward them. The only viable solution lay in initiating an honest and heartfelt conversation.
Lost in contemplation, I eventually reached the apartment building I called home. Standing tall with its six floors, each adorned with three apartment doors, it provided a sense of familiarity. As I reached for my keys, the door swung open, revealing a familiar figure. It was my Dad.
"Hi, son. How was school today?" he asked, his voice filled with warmth.
"As usual," I replied, a smile gracing my lips.
Noticing his shoes, it became evident that he was preparing to go out. Though I already knew the answer, I asked him about his plans to feign obliviousness.
"Are you going somewhere?" I inquired.
"Yes, I'm meeting a friend," He answered.
"Alright, is Mom home?" I inquired further.
"No, she'll be back in about an hour. Is there something you need?" he asked, perceiving my curious expression.
"No, it's nothing. I just wanted to check if she was here. By the way, aren't you going to be late?" I interjected swiftly, leaving him little time to ponder.
"Oh, yes. I almost forgot," he exclaimed, realizing the time pressure
He stepped into the elevator, and I stood there, watching him until the doors closed. As I let out a sigh, I closed the door behind me, the weight of the impending conversation settling upon me.