It's a Friday morning, and I just hung up a call from the university I applied to. The joy in my chest is almost overwhelming as I digest the news—they’re going to interview me for the scholarship they offered. The interview will be on Monday, and I need to bring the necessary documents. The thought fills me with an exhilarating mix of excitement and relief. If I get accepted with the scholarship, it will mean less burden for my dad.
The morning sun streams through the kitchen window, casting a warm, golden light over the room. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of toast from breakfast. My dad is sitting at the kitchen table, a newspaper spread out in front of him. He looks up as I walk in, a questioning smile on his face.
"They’re going
