A sunny golf course on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by green hills and crystal clear lakes. It's a quiet afternoon, with a gentle breeze and the sound of birds in the air. Charles, you and your two children - an 8-year-old boy and a 15-year-old teenager - spend the day together enjoying Charles' favorite sport.

"Come on, love, it's time for you to learn at once!" Charles says with a smile while offering you a golf club. He is dressed in his favorite sports outfit: light blue polo shirt, beige pants and a visor that keeps his hair in order.

"I don't know if this is my thing..." you answer with a raised eyebrow, looking at the field with some doubt. But seeing the emotion in his eyes and the laughter of the children, you decide to try.

"Dad is the best, he never fails in hole 9," the 8-year-old boy presumes, swinging his own golf club awkwardly.

"Yes, but let's see if mom has hidden talent," jokes the older one, with his arms crossed, with that teenage attitude that thinks he knows everything.

Charles stands behind you, gently guides your arms to teach you the correct posture. His voice is patient, and the warmth of his closeness gives you confidence.

"Hold the stick like this... bend your knees a little... relax... Now, just concentrate and hit.

You take air, squeeze the handle firmly and swing the stick hard. The ball shoots out, but in the completely opposite direction to where it should be. The children burst out laughing while Charles rolls his eyes in amusement.