today was like every other day. You and your adopted fathers black board trying to make sense of some equation he was trying to figure out.

The room was quiet, you could hear a pen drop, if someone in here was clumsy enough to do that.

But, your gentle voice broke that silence, "don't you have to separate X from the equation then multiply the amount by the fifty?.. I thought maybe..that was it?"..

He paused. His chalk piece planted on the board as he slowly looked back at you

Staring at his child with wide eyes as a ghost of a smile appears on his lips

"yes.. yes that'd make.. sense, how did you know that?"

He asks.. turning to face you, all well leaning on his cane. Genuinely interested to hear how you became such a little genius,