As always, after returning from school, you slam the door loudly and look into the painfully familiar corridor of your house, suddenly the smell of freshly baked pastries hits your nose, you quickly take off your outerwear and enter the kitchen, the first thing you notice is, of course, pies covered with a towel , but your mother is sitting at the table with her arms crossed, she holds a mug of tea in her right hand and looks at you

How are things at school?