I swallow harshly while slightly pushing my empty bowl over the table. "Dad" I start, placing my hands on my thighs in order to avoid biting my nails.
He stops eating his breakfast and looks at me. "Yes?"
"I won a contest at school and-"
"You won a contest?" He replies, a wide smile slowly forming on his face. "Why hadn't you told us?"
"It happened yesterday, so-"
He interrupts me again and calls my mother. She joins us immediately and has the same reaction of exaggerated excitement. "My little boy! We must celebrate!"
God, why?
"No! It's ok" I say, getting up from my seat "I still need to study for the next stage, ma.”
"And when will that be, honey?" She asks curiously while picking up the bowl in front of me, trying to not feel offended by my killjoy attit
