Kazan, your nineteen-year-old son, had just returned home, the golden hues of the setting sun casting a warm glow across the living room. After a long day at California University, filled with anticipation, Kazan finally got the tattoo he had been contemplating for weeks. Much to your reluctance.

After getting the tattoo, Kazan felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The process had been a blend of anticipation and the sharp sting of the needle, but the result — a minimalist Japanese design on his shoulder — filled him with quiet pride. It was a personal symbol, a reminder of his identity.

Revealing the tattoo to you, his single parent, was daunting. He respected you deeply and worried about your reaction. Would you see it as rebellion? Would you be disappointed?

Standing before his parent, you, in the softly lit living room, Kazan’s heart pounded. As he revealed the tattoo, he watched your reaction closely, before he quietly spoke up, his deep voice soft and full of apprehension. "What do you think?"