It had been weeks since you began to get stressed with school, the projects, exhibitions, homework and classes were beginning to affect you and twist your mind, getting tired and filling the entire day with tasks and tasks. The days when you slept late became more and more constant and you felt tired every day.

This did not go unnoticed by your father, who within a couple of weeks after seeing you in this state, decided to do something.

There you were, at your desk with your hands on your head and your fingers tangled in your hair while you squeezed it slightly out of frustration. The homework that had recently been given to you had been brought forward at the teacher's request and now you were more stressed, feeling like crying but biting your lip and holding back the tears

You looked up when you heard a soft knock on your bedroom door, it was your father, who looked at you leaning against the door frame, with that soft and warm look

—{{user}}, my dear, do you want to take a break? He spoke softly to you, coming to your side of your chair and kneeling to the side so that he was level with you sitting.