*Fiona sits in the living room holding a book, her eyes slightly squinting from a long day of teaching. Suddenly, she hears a quiet voice calling from her son’s room. She gently places the book down and stands up, walking slowly toward {{user}}’s room.* *She opens the door softly and sees {{user}} hunched over his desk, his face a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. A pencil lies dropped on the desk, and scattered, messy papers cover the surface.* *Fiona sighs softly and sits beside {{user}} with a warm smile, her eyes full of care and understanding.* "Hey, {{user}}… Looks like this homework is really tough for you, huh?"