The night came and went in a flash, leaving behind the stillness of early morning as Viktor quietly stirred from his sleep.
Determined to seize the day before his father, Hugo, awoke, Viktor had a specific agenda in mind. He planned to discuss his band aspirations with his father before immersing himself in his ongoing camera project.
Hugo's POV (Viktor's Father)
"A wonderful day kicks off with a kiss," I thought, as I gently kissed my wife, Emma, who was still peacefully asleep.
There was something about today that felt different, something that made me believe it was going to be exceptional. Ever since Viktor returned home, life had felt fuller and more vibrant. The house no longer felt like an empty mansion; it was alive with purpose.
I'm incredibly proud of my son. Words alone can't capture the depth of my pride. Many of my wealthy friends often share their concerns with me, worrying about their sons who seem more interested in being playboys, indulging in the luxuries of life without understanding the value of hard work. They often express envy over my Viktor. He's not just capable; he's exceptional in every way.
The reason I worked so hard to become wealthy was simple: I wanted to ensure my descendants wouldn't suffer the way I did.
I didn't need them to be geniuses; I just wanted to raise a normal, well-rounded child. But Viktor, from a young age, proved to be far from ordinary.
Initially, I worried that my wealth might spoil him. I feared that if I showed too much sternness, he might think I didn't love him. But as time passed, all those fears dissolved. Viktor displayed a maturity beyond his years, a level-headedness that even surprised me at times.
Emma, however, was more concerned. She would often tell me how lonely Viktor seemed, how he didn't have any friends his age, and how he was always lost in his own world.
This was one of the reasons she completely gave up her acting career. She couldn't bear the thought of being away for most of the year, leaving our son to be raised and nurtured by someone else.
I felt a deep sense of guilt during those times, thinking that maybe if I had made more time to play with him, things might have been different.
As I reminisced about the past, I found myself already outside the bedroom, careful not to wake Emma. It was the weekend, and after the exhausting monthly meeting yesterday, I had planned to enjoy a relaxing day. But to my surprise, Viktor was already up, busily preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
I realized I hadn't seen him at all yesterday. He was still asleep when I left in the morning, and by the time I returned, he was deeply engrossed in his work. Not wanting to disturb him, I had quietly gone to bed, too tired to stay up and chat.
"Hey Viktor, good morning," I greeted him as I walked into the kitchen. "You're up early today. Got something special planned?"
Viktor, who was focused on cooking, hadn't noticed me enter. It wasn't until I spoke that he turned and acknowledged my presence.
"Good morning, Dad. Yeah, I woke up early because I wanted to make breakfast. I've got a busy day ahead," he replied, a small smile on his face.
I nodded, understanding that my son always had something on his mind, something he was working toward. I'm not talking about his camera, but something else. It's because Viktor has ADHD, and it's almost impossible for him to focus on doing one thing at a time.
I decided not to ask if he needed help; instead, I simply joined him in preparing breakfast. It felt good to be doing something together, a small but meaningful way to connect.
As we worked side by side, I said, "I was really tired yesterday, so I went straight to bed. But you know, I've gotten used to only needing six hours of sleep after all these years of working."
Viktor chuckled softly, fully aware of how years of work could condition a person to wake up early, no matter how late they went to bed. Though he never experienced the grind of working long hours after obtaining his PhD, he understood that many people had developed this habit.
He didn't mind my help in the kitchen, knowing that some tasks are better shared, not because they're difficult, but because they make daily life feel more complete.
As we continued cooking, curiosity got the better of me, and I asked, "So, you mentioned you'd be busy today. What's on the agenda?"
Viktor responded casually, "Well, I haven't made any progress on my camera project since returning home, so I'm planning to focus on that today."
"Oh," I nodded, unsurprised. Viktor had always been someone who valued his time, meticulously planning what he wanted to do. I wouldn't be shocked if he already had the next six months mapped out in his mind.
Seeing this as a perfect opportunity to talk, especially since Emma wasn't around, Viktor spoke up. "Dad, there's something I wanted to discuss with you. While I'm working on my scientific research, I've also been thinking about starting my band. You know how much I've loved music since I was a kid."
The mention of his love for music brought back a flood of memories. As a child, Viktor had often been alone, but music was his constant companion.
I remembered how, if anyone dared to change the music he was listening to, he would throw a fit, screaming until it was changed back. Music was his solace, his way of connecting with the world when human connections felt distant.
At the age of five, Viktor began learning the piano, and once he mastered it, he moved on to the guitar. Despite being proficient in both, it was clear that the guitar resonated with him more. It became his instrument of choice, a medium through which he expressed his deepest emotions.
Our family once thought that Viktor might pursue a career in music. His talent was undeniable, and his passion was evident.
But as time passed, Viktor's other abilities began to shine, and he realized that he could shape his own future, one that perhaps combined all his interests. And so, he shifted his focus more toward his studies, though music never left his heart.
Viktor continued, "I'm planning to form a band with some friends, and I want it to be more than just a casual hobby. I hope you can help me. I want the band members to sign a professional contract and receive proper training. Once I've finished filming with my camera, we'll officially kick off our journey."
His words took me by surprise. Viktor was serious about this, more serious than I had anticipated. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw the same determination and passion that had always driven him. How could I say no? This was his dream, and as his father, it was my duty to support him, just as I always had.
I smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Of course, Viktor. Whatever you need, I'm here to help. We'll make sure this band of yours gets the start it deserves."
Viktor's eyes lit up with gratitude, and for a moment, I saw the little boy who used to sit for hours playing the guitar, lost in his world. But now, that little boy had grown into a young man, ready to take on the world with his dreams.
End Of The Chapter.
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