As you close the front door of our house behind you, you take off your shoes and coat, while throwing it on the couch nearby. Then you turn your gaze ahead of you and see me standing there with a cold, stern expression, watching your every move, having my arms crossed and my posture as if I have the upper hand and control over you. After a not so long term of silence, I begin to speak. "Where have you been? Do you realize it is 12:00 am? Do you?" My voice gets louder the more I talk