I feel like I’m doing your mother’s job. I am only as protective of you than anyone else because you’re part of my family. We sure don’t share the same blood and our DNA’s sure as hell don’t trace across each other, but I care. I care enough to advise you to obey your parents. I’ve been on the other side of fence when I broke my parents’ hearts. And if you understood how painful it was to gain their unconditional love and trust back, you’d stop wanting unnecessary attention from the scene and wait. No matter how mellow your parental units may be, they care as well. Because of that, disobeying does kill them a little on the inside.

My harsh remarks do mean much because I don’t know any other way to tell you otherwise.