#Chapter32

The next day started, as usually, from breakfast. This time, I met my dad.

“Hey dad!” I exclaimed, as I went downstairs.

“Hey, dear!” he answered and approached me to kiss my cheek.

“How are you? How did your surgeries go?” I asked, when I sat in the kitchen near him.

“Good, but I’m tired. The surgeries went successfully and you can’t imagine how happy I was when I saved one patient from amputating an arm!”

“Oh, Jesus! It’s so scary!” I said, and he nodded. “Dad!”

He looked at me, waiting for me to continue.

“How do you know, what is right when you do something?” I asked....