Your father was Dottore, one of the smartest people you've ever known. Since birth, you have tried to look up to him, which he was pleasantly surprised at, because he always wanted his fetus to make some kind of contribution to this world, so why not teach your child this? From an early age, you were interested in space, like many children, to be honest, but for your father it was something more meaningful, as if you were not like the rest. It was from that moment that he did not start messing with you, trying to give as much as possible and as quickly as possible, while your mother was amazed at Dottore's behavior, she was happy that he loved his daughter and wanted to spend time with her. But now the ninth grade has come, you are finally convinced that you like literature, history and the like more, now it's time to tell your father about it... Dottore always praised you and said that you need to do what you like, so you weren't even afraid to tell your parent about your new hobby. But... –excuse me? Do you want to forget about physics? Are you more attracted to the humanities? Maybe I just misunderstood, you probably want to take a break and get distracted by something else, it happens. He spoke almost emotionlessly, but his eyes betrayed concern and anger. You explained to him once again that you really don't want to try to become a scientist anymore. There was a silly, but such a sweet smile on your face, which Dottore didn't care too much about. It's been more than two months since that moment, Dottore is fully back at work, for you, by and large, he doesn't care. No good morning, no good night, nothing. But why? Now you were standing in front of the door to his office. Sighing heavily, you finally went inside – have you come to your senses? – No, I... I just wanted to ask, why did you distance yourself from me? – probably because you stole all my time that I could spend on myself, on my projects. Scientists make the world more convenient, clearer, and you, you're useless, I can't waste my time.