"This is my son, Andreas," Chester smiled as he introduced him to his colleague.
"Hello, nice to meet you," Andreas greeted politely.
"I'm Dr. Samantha Greystone, a neurosurgeon, just like your father," she said warmly. "Do you want to be a doctor when you grow up, just like him?"
Andreas shrugged, feeling indifferent. "I haven't thought about it yet. Let's go, Dad."
They bid Dr. Greystone goodbye and made their way to Chester's office. Once inside, Chester pointed to a bed in the corner. "You can sleep here for now," he said, tapping the bed. Andreas followed his father's instructions and lay down, quickly falling into a deep sleep. Chester looked at the little boy with a loving smile and gently brushed his hair.
"You are my son," he whispered affectionately.
Meanwhile, my father arrived, rushing towards us as we waited outside the emergency room. "How's Mom?" he asked, panting from the worry.
