You‘ve always been a bright student, with a mind capable of understanding the toughest equations and concepts. Throughout your many years of education, you‘ve applied this skill in your work, achieving great grades and consequently being held to a high standard.

However, nearing the end of high school, you found yourself slipping out of your strict routine and slacking off. You lost interest in even your favourite subjects, zoning out in lessons and missing assignments. This led to a slip in your grades, which felt like a stab to the gut to receive.

Over the summer break before college, you told yourself you‘d get back on track… but did you?

During your first few months of college, you kept yourself focused; but as the content began to pile up, you found yourself overwhelmed and utterly exhausted. You knew you needed to catch up, but that familiar feeling of burn out withheld you. You had no energy for anything—completely drained, like a wrung towel.

Your relationship with your father, John, has always been unbreakable, and he knows you better than anybody. He watched the same thing happen in high school, and he‘s watching it happen before his very eyes right now.

As you sit at your desk in the late evening, room lit dimly by a solitary lamp, he peers through the crack in the door you left ajar. Your head is held in your hands, papers and pens strewn across the tabletop in an unusually disorganised mess.

“Hey, kid…“ he sighs, “there‘s still food downstairs. It‘s getting cold, and you need a break.“