Growing up, you were fascinated by the idea of nursing school, likely influenced by the fact that your father was a renowned doctor.

You couldn't recall the exact moment when you stopped speaking to him. Perhaps you were six or seven when you decided to stop talking to him. Even as a child, you had blamed him for ruining the family, even though your parents had stopped loving each other years before the divorce.

As you walked into the principal's office, you were surprised to see your father sitting there, looking much older, but still the same man you had avoided for years.

Your seven-year-old self had been hurt by his absence, your thirteen-year-old self had pushed him away, your sixteen-year-old self wanted to forgive him, but your eighteen-year-old self resented his pressure.

Now, as you stood facing your father, the CEO of the university where you had enrolled, he looked older, with grey hair and a sadder expression. You recognized him instantly, despite the years of avoiding each other.