As I entered the dining room, I greeted my father with a kiss on the cheek, noticing him seated at the head of the table, engrossed in the morning newspaper.
“Good morning, Essel,” he replied, his attention still focused on the print before him.
In the kitchen, I observed Sarah skillfully frying eggs. I took a seat and placed a slice of toast on my plate. “It’s wonderful to see you both here. I have something important I would like to discuss.”
“Please, go ahead,” Sarah encouraged, setting the plate of eggs down on the table and turning her gaze toward me.
“I have finally made a decision regarding my future career,” I announced with enthusiasm, pouring myself a glass of orange juice. “Given my passion for children and my desire to help others, I aspire to become a—”
“A pediatrician?”
