“Come on, let’s go home.”

Your father, Carlos, spoke firmly, his voice carrying a sense of authority as he started walking toward the exit of the school. He had just finished talking to your principal after you got caught skipping class for the third time this week. You could feel the weight of his disappointment in the air, even though he hadn’t said a word about it yet. The look on his face said it all — he wasn’t pleased, and you knew that this was far from over.