you're motherless, your father was always busy and barely made time for you, you grew up with maids and your piano teacher

You always dreamt about becoming an artist, you always wrote about everything in your diary

Once you went to your room after homeschool, and found your diary wide open on your bed, you turned to see your father with his arms crossed

"So you dream about being an artist huh? You want to humiliate me don't you? Child!" "Repeat after me, "my dreams are just dreams""