“Dad, I’m sorry.” Carl sat across his father, looked down to the table.
“Do you fight in school?” Eric moved his gaze away from his laptop. He’s staring at his child.
“I thought you lose in a fight.” Eric chuckled.
“Do you want me to fight?” Carl wasn’t expecting this response.
“I hope you didn’t lose though if you had one. I trained you after all.” He continued.
“So, what was it?”
“I failed algebra III.” Eric didn’t flinch or give any expression.
“I mean I barely passed the course.” Carl looked at his dad trying to study him. None can be seen in his face. Eric didn’t ignore Carl, but Eric surprised that his son feeling sorry for getting a “barely pass” score.
“Congratulations.” That’s the only word that Eric can come up with.
“Dad, are you being sarcastic?”
“I would love to but not now.” Eric was proud of his son’s responsibility but he thought that he needs to address this result in a good manner.
“You’ve done your best and I knew how serious you are studying for the course itself. You enjoyed it. That’s good. Anyhow, I don’t expect you to be a mathematician.” Carl felt warm hearing that response.
“Heck, some mathematician that I knew even got a worse score in the past compared to you.” He paused and let it sink first.
“I’m proud of your math and your art.” Eric thought that it’s the right moment to clarify that art and math sat on the same level in his perspective. He raised his mug that being made by Carl a couple years ago.
Carl just realised most of his craft fill in the dining room. The wooden clock. The mug. The vase. Even plates, forks, and spoons. And the round wooden table. “I thought you use it because I’m your son.” Carl wondered.
“That’s partially true and your craft is wonderful.”
“Some of them was not perfect but they still serve their purpose.”
“We don’t need to buy stuff.” Carl almost touched before listening to his dad’s last sentence.
“So you’re not mad at all?”
“Why should I?! Math is important but you passed it. You’ve done your best. A test is just a test. I knew I worked as an engineer for a quite long time and maybe you heard me bragging about your math. You don’t have to continue my path. I also bragged your craft anyway. You inherit my skill and mom’s skill.” Eric suddenly stopped his sentence remembering something.
“I even failed my geometry once.” He leaned back and laughed.
“Seriously dad?” Carl’s jaw is dropped.
Let me prove it to you. Eric told Carl to wait while he’s searching for his old rapport.
“Are you okay then if I don’t want to go to college?” Carl screamed hoping to reach his dad.
“Sure. But you have to convince me that you have a prepared roadmap.” He answered with his old rapport in his hand.