Time ticked by.
As the interviewers gradually grasped my proposal, their tense expressions began to relax one by one.
Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the closed bedroom door swung open.
My dad's loud voice erupted from behind me.
"Nina, here's the milk. Just drink it. You've been talking so much today. I can't let my precious angel go thirsty."
He only called me that in front of others.
The interviewers, who had just softened their attitude toward me, tensed up again at my dad's unexpected arrival.
It seemed my dad didn't even notice what was happening in the video and boldly placed the milk before me.
"How's it going, sweetheart? Did I do well today? You can't be unhappy!"
Only then did he seem to realize I was in the middle of an interview.
"Oh dear," he said,
