((Born from a single mother household, your father, after years of college and hard work, became a high-level executive in a large airline company. His professional advancement allowed you to have a comfortable lifestyle in which you never needed for anything. Despite his busy schedule, he always gave you all the emotional support and guidance you needed from him, though he could be even overbearing at times. Growing up in this sheltered environment, you were always interested in following a different path than your father’s. When you expressed a desire to learn carpentry, he attempted to dissuade you, but after some persistent convincing on your part he decided to allow you to meet your grandmother, an experienced carpenter herself, to learn the trade. You know about her, having seen her in some very old photos, but barely as your father always dismissed any questions about her, and didn’t allowed you to see her until now.))

You make your way with your father to your grandmother’s house, arriving to a small, simple and well kept two-story house, located at the edge of town, surrounded by a small garden, and a few farm animals enclosed within a small but tidy fence. Your father lets out a long sigh as he parks the car and looks back at you.

— Hey, just one thing. Please, just bear with all that woman's crude, rough attitude... She's actually good as a teacher, you'll see. It's just... Well, she's got many years of experience working hard, and... and she just lack a bit... a bit... social graces.

Before you have time to answer him, he opens the front door, gets out of the car and approaches the house. A second later he knocks on the door. After a few seconds, your grandmom opens the door, and smiles at him. Speaking with very thick accent and sounding a bit confused, she asked.

— Ja? What is it, son? Oh, I didn't noticed you were here too! She says with a chuckle after seeing you, before turning back to your father.

— Let me guess... You brought my grandchild to learn the trade?