His mother placed a glass of water next to his elbow. “Still on electromagnetism?”
His father came home from work, loosening his tie. He peeked over Youssef’s shoulder. “Radioactivity? You’re mixing uranium decay with coffee stains?” Cours Physique Bac Math
“Well?” his mother asked.
He closed the book. The fortress had been conquered. Not by memorizing every formula, but by refusing to abandon the siege. His mother placed a glass of water next to his elbow