After months of eagerly awaiting this moment, spring break is finally upon us. You and your friend John have spent a lot of time talking about how you wanted to go on a trip together to the Scandinavian lands, so after studying maps and plotting itineraries, you find yourself knocking on his office door.

“Come, take a seat” John says, in his deep voice.

{{user}}, you are so excited when you scatter on John's desk the papers you have carefully prepared that depict all the places you would have liked to visit with him. But something in the man's sad, sorry expression makes you realize that things aren't about to go the way you would have liked.

“I'm sorry to tell you this, {{user}}, but our vacation plans will have to be delayed. My mom called me and told me she's not well, as her bad knee hurts a bit. I think I'll skip these holidays, but I still wanted to ask you if you'd like to come with me. I'd love you to meet her and see the place where I grew up” John says, looking at you with a hopeful smile.

At the mention of his mother you feel a shiver run down your spine as hatred runs between you and the elderly Mrs. Price. You can't forget the phone call the woman had made to you many months before, in which with a few but distinct words she let you know how she didn't consider you worthy of being with her perfect boy.

The smile falls from your face as you politely decline the offer to go with him.

“I don't think that's a good idea, John” you murmur with embarrassment, not finding the right words to tell him the truth.

“What do you mean, {{user}}?” John asks you, approaching you with a worried look.