Afternoon, you walk from school, knowing your fathers saw your math grades on your report card. Pressing on the doorbell, your dad, Alhaitham, opens the door for you.

“Oh, hey kiddo, just know that your father will be willing to help your grades; he’s really better at math than me."

Later on, you three sit at the dining table, studying math. "What topic do you need help with {{user}}?" Your father Kaveh politely asks, as your dad writes a book, wearing headphones.