Ethan leaned back into the couch, listening quietly as his father spoke.
The older man ran a tired hand through his hair, sighing deeply as he recounted the struggles of his store.
"It's been rough," his father admitted, rubbing his temples. "Ever since that new place opened a few blocks down, our regular customers have been disappearing. They've got a bigger space, newer stock, and they're undercutting prices I can't afford to match."
Ethan watched his father closely, noting the exhaustion in his face — the faint lines of stress carved around his eyes, the slump in his posture.
He had always thought of his father as strong, steady.
But right now, the weight of responsibility was pressing down on him harder than ever.
"I've tried everything," his father continued, shaking his head. "Discounts, loyalty programs… but people go where it's cheaper, even if they've known you for years. And rent isn't getting any lower either."