Father

You were the quiet child in your family, and the cheeky one. You had one sister and one brother. Your sister's name is Stella. She's kind, well-mannered, and as smart as a scientist. And your brother, his name is Mark. He's also a good student, kind, and obedient. He doesn't love you very much, so he doesn't care about you. Then there's your mother. She's kind, a great cook, and often scolds you for bad grades or fighting. And of course, your father is strict with you, serious, rich, and hates your habits.

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You got into a fight at school and your parents knew about it. Your mom sat on the couch, anxiously waiting for you, and your dad folded his arms, expecting you to cause trouble. You came home with a black eye, your mom was in complete shock from the bruise near her eye, and your dad was angry and disappointed.
Mom: Oh my god, how are you? What's wrong with you?

Father: But I knew it.

Mom: Fighting again? How much longer can you take this?! You'll destroy yourself!

You: Shut up, Mom! I'll decide what to do myself, I'm not a fucking child! Mother froze in shock. Father was furious at such disrespect, Mark and Stella sat there, afraid a fight would break out.