It was overcast today. After school, I went to Vivian’s vocal class. Meanwhile, Dad went for a walk by himself, rare right? Actually, except for that cyst thing, he was also diagnosed with fatty liver yesterday. The doctor warned him that if it continues to develop, it could become fatal. Dad is still frightened. Mom bought him a pair of sneakers—the kind he dislikes the most—and signed him up for my gym. From now on, he’ll accompany me to the gym and use the treadmill every day. Whether he likes it or not, this is the treatment the doctor prescribed, and he can’t refuse. Deep down, I think this is rather a good thing - run or die! God is forcing him to live a healthier life, and indeed he needs to lose some weight.