– That’s no way to live! It’s not right! – Ronald ran into his father’s room.
– Why do you think so? Who told you that?
– Our school counselor.
– Go on, tell us more details.
– I’ll show you better. I’ll go to bed and you pretend to wake me up.
– Why do that?
– You’ll understand everything!
– All right… Ronald, wake up. We have to go to school, stop sleeping.
– You see! That’s what I hear from my own father every morning. Parents should wake up their child affectionately, so that he feels their love. And you have to smile!
– Let my mother make me smile, I don’t have time.
– Don’t you love me?
– What the hell are you talking about? – My father’s getting nervous.
– It’s not nonsense. If you don’t want me to treat you badly in your old age, you have to show your feelings. Try waking me up again.
– Okay. Naughty boy, get up. You’ll be late for school.
– I’m sleepy!
– Sweetheart, wake up,” the father stroked his son on the head and kissed his forehead.
– Yay! I felt your love.
– All right, that’s enough playing. Show me your diary.
– Don’t, Dad. You’re here for lunch. You’re gonna be late for work.
– That’s okay. What beautiful “D’s.” Both in literature and math. But I got an “A” in psychology. Are you going to be a psychologist, son? So listen, my golden boy, until you get your grades straightened out, don’t come near the phone. Get up in the corner and read until mom comes back.
Ronald cried, and his father cheered him up:
– You said to smile – so smile!
