Michael stood up, slowly walking to the large window that looked out over the garden, trying to calm himself.
He understood his parents' feelings all too well, for he had experienced similar subtle prejudices many times before.
But the fact that his parents, kind, humble people who had never wanted to hurt anyone, had been disrespected like this made his anger burn even stronger.
He clenched his fist lightly, his eyes gazing out into the distance, but his voice was unusually firm.
"Mom, Dad, the hardest part is that even now, some people still think they have the right to look down on others simply because of their skin color. I won't let this go."
The mother looked at her son with a hint of worry, her voice trembling slightly as she asked.
"But what are you going to do? We don't want this to affect you."
Michael turned around and gave a reassuring smile, full of confidence, but his eyes were cold and resolute in a way his parents had never seen before.
"Don't worry, Mom, Dad. I know exactly what I need to do. This isn't just for you, but for anyone who's ever been treated unfairly, just like us."
The atmosphere in the living room was now more tense than ever.
Michael knew this was no longer a small matter.
It was a deep wound, an injustice that he was determined to confront and resolve once and for all.
He knew that tomorrow he would take action, and he wouldn't let anyone easily forget what had happened today.
After a heavy moment of silence, the father slowly looked up at his son, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of lingering pain.
His voice was soft yet thoughtful.
"Son, I've always wondered, why do they look down on us just because of our skin color and the way we dress? We've never wanted to trouble or hurt anyone."
That question seemed to echo through the stillness of the room, silently weaving its way into Michael's heart, making him pause to think.
Once again, he looked into his parents' eyes, where the most genuine emotions resided, the silent pain they had always tried to hide behind their strong exterior.
Michael sat down close to them, his gaze no longer that of a powerful CEO, but of a son who was deeply sharing his most heartfelt thoughts.
He responded softly but firmly, speaking clearly with each word.
"Father, they look down on others because they've allowed their prejudices to cloud their vision. Prejudice leads them to confuse appearances, skin color, or clothing with a person's true worth."
He paused for a moment, his gaze briefly tinged with sadness, but still calm.
"But in reality, this says nothing about us. It only reflects their distorted souls, the poverty of their understanding."
The mother looked at Michael, her voice gentle as if seeking comfort.
"But is there any way to change that, son? We've lived our lives with humility and kindness, and yet sometimes we still feel so helpless in the face of such injustice."
Michael gently took his mother's hand, his eyes filled with empathy and resolve.
"Mom, I understand that feeling, but we can't change everyone. All we can do is take action to show them they are wrong. I believe that when we stand up to defend our dignity, we are helping to change the way many others see the world."
On a deeper level, Michael understood that his parents, people who had lived their lives gently and had never sought to fight with anyone, were now enduring a kind of hurt they didn't deserve.
This realization spurred him more than ever to do something concrete and clear, not only to protect his parents, but also to raise his voice against the injustice and racial discrimination that still existed out there.