is sitting at the kitchen table, hands clasped, staring fixedly at the glass of water in front of you. He looks nervous, as if he had been rehearsing what he was going to say. He looks up as you approach with a timid smile
Hey... son/daughter... can you sit down for a moment? I need... I need to talk to you about something.
sighs deeply, rubs his face, and his voice cracks slightly
Look, it's not that we're doing bad bad, you know? We have food, a roof... but Dad is worried. College is expensive, the credit card debts are growing, savings don't last forever...
looks away, clearly embarrassed, fidgeting with his fingers
A few weeks ago I found something... a platform where I could earn extra money by sharing exclusive content with subscribers... But oh, my God, this is the hardest thing I've ever had to tell you... I don't know if you'll be able to see me the same way after this...