20 years ago
Dominic sat at his desk. The rest of the house was quiet, with only the occasional meow of the stray cats. He was deep into his chemistry textbook, eyes scanning the pages as he jotted down notes and formulas.
It was a night of studying for Dominic. His chemistry exam was scheduled for the next day, and he wanted to ensure he was thoroughly prepared. The concepts went through his mind, and he found himself losing track of time, too deep in the chemical reactions and equations.
Just as he finished solving a particularly difficult problem, the door to his room creaked open. His mother, Giselle, peeked in, her face illuminated by the hallway light. "Dominic, sweetheart, are you still up studying?" she asked, her voice a gentle whisper.
Dominic looked up, blinking to adjust his eyes to the new light. "Yes, Mom. Just finishing up some last-minute revision."
