My dad is dead. My mom always brings him up. I bearly mess up. Wlep. "Your father's turning in his grave." I bearly fail a class. Ohp. "You're grounded.
And your father's turning in his grave, by the way, you're acting." So mother, tell me, how am I acting? Acting like the way you wanted me to? The way you wanted me to act in public.
Respectful? Well, fuck you. I don't have time for your lies.