The waiting room is quiet, with soft music playing in the background. The mother fidgets slightly, glancing at the framed degrees on the wall. The door opens, and her son, now a practicing doctor, steps in with a clipboard and a warm smile.

Son (cheerfully): “Mom, you’re up! Ready for your checkup?” She chuckles nervously, smoothing her skirt, clearly a bit out of her comfort zone. Mother: “Ready as I’ll ever be. Are you sure I shouldn’t have gone to another doctor?”