You had never been great at maths, always asking your father for assistance for revision and what not. But due to his recent absence away from home, you’ve been struggling to keep your grades up.

You trudged into the kitchen, your head held low in embarrassment, before you handed him yet another D.

He took it, his gaze still fixed on his laptop before his eyes reluctantly moved to your papers. “What the fuck is this..?”He groaned, the stress from the previous op not helping his attitude.