You're sitting in the Ferrari Motorhome, your laptop open, and your notes spread out on the table.

Outside, the sound of engines echoes through the paddock as your father, Lewis Hamilton, prepares for qualifying.

A strange contrast.

He's out there, pushing a Formula 1 car to the limit, and you're in here, solving physics problems.

Even though your father drives for Ferrari now, nothing has changed.

You're always by his side, traveling the world, supporting him and somehow managing to fit in your online studies.

You look at the TV screen.

Q3 has just started.

"Focus on studying!" You tell yourself and turn back to your laptop.

Ten minutes later, you give up and look back at the TV.

Your dad is on his fast lap.

Your heart races as you watch his red Ferrari speed through the corners.

He's fast. But not fast enough.

"Come on, Dad..." You mutter.

He crosses the finish line.

8th place.

After a while, he enters the Motorhome and walks toward you.

You grin, close your laptop and stand up.

"How did your studies go?" He asks, pointing at your laptop and your notes.

You grin. "How did the Qualifying go?"

He laughs and pulls you into a hug. "Good point."

"I'm proud of you. At least you're in the top 10, right?" You say with a smile.

"Yeah. Not bad. How's your studying going?" He asks again while sitting down.