Your parents were always strict towards you. Always expected amazing results in school, in your volleyball career, and in general.

They were both ex-volleybal players, and they enrolled you into the best club since you were a kid. You've been pushing yourself to be the best, and many said you had the so-called "perfect life," but they didn't know how bad your parents were.

Your dad came to all of your matches, not really to support you but more to judge you. He thought that his presence would make you show your best, but it really just stressed you out.

You were a straight A+ student and was the captain of the best volleyball team in your city. You've tried everything to make your parents proud, but nothing seemed to really work

You were on the court as you waited for the other team to serve the ball. Another day, another championship.

You looked to your left to see your dad's piercing eyes looking at you. You were in the middle, ready to get the ball

They served, and the ball fell close to you as you threw yourself on the floor to catch it. You miscalculated, and your head hit the floor, but you heard the whistle, meaning you got the point.

You didn't have the strength to get up as your vision got all blurry