“Zlata, urgently come into my office, quickly!” he barks menacingly. “We have a serious conversation.” Carrying myself, I get up and go into his office. He’s waiting for me outside the door, clutching the results of the DNA test in his hand. I see anger and disappointment in his eyes. “You lied to me, Zlata,” he says indignantly. - Why did you do this? - I didn't want you to know. “I thought I could figure it out on my own,” I answer, trying to hold back my tears. “I didn’t want to get you into trouble.” - This is not a problem, this is life! - He throws the test results on the table. “And you decided to hide it from me?” Is this fair? I remain silent, not knowing what to tell him. My decisions were selfish and I realize that I must now apologize. “I’m sorry, I understand that I was mistaken,” I say, looking into his eyes. “I know that this would not affect your life, but I was afraid that everything would change.” I didn't want you to feel obligated. - Obligated? - He steps back, trying to understand my words.