Márk Gál
Thomson was a man with high expectations of his son; he wasn’t completely wrong, being a great surgeon who had finished his doctorate with the best grades. He was known by most people in Gudtown, as very few people worked in healthcare and he was the best at performing operations. He was also harsh when tired, which wasn’t rare. However, the townsfolk liked him, as he always did his job very well and would sacrifice anything of his own to help the needy.
His son Matthew definitely took after his mother, as he was totally different from Tom. He didn’t learn at home, because he was lazy. He would rather go and hang out with his friends and do some dumb things in town than take a peek in the biology book his father had bought him. Luckily he got good grades in elementary school, so he wasn’t in need of it. He was only interested in the arts; he made beautiful pictures and even won some competitions. He could get by with the minimum and could accept his imperfect pals as they were.
These big differences often created tensions, fights between them, since the father of course wanted to make Matt a doctor. He couldn’t accept his son getting a lower degree than him, nope. He wanted an even higher level for him, believing that if he wasn’t succeeding, his fame would be destroyed. He also thought this was a well-paying profession that would make his son’s life predictable and secure.
When the time was getting closer to choose our boy’s secondary school, another argument arose between them.
“I told you dozens of times that artists live poor and usually fail to get famous. You might think you will become a Leonardo da Vinci in two years and live a luxurious life, but you can’t be happy if you get a monthly salary as high as a janitor’s.”
“I don’t care! I just want to have a job that I do as my hobby, you told me that you are the happiest man in the world because you have been doing what you wanted to do since you were a kindergartener.”
“You won’t save lives through art!”
“I know you are only interested in your fame and no…”
“Don’t even dare to say that again! I told you that it’s not true.”
“Fine, you tyrant! Just think of how Uncle lives his life every day.” Matt slammed the door.
His father finally started to think after this had happened for the 565th time. His brother had become a lawyer, but he had never liked it. He worked in a grocery store and lived his life surviving day by day and only waiting for his work schedule to end.
His father wasn’t heartless at all, and for the next day, he finally allowed his son to look for a school where they would teach him arts.