John Price is your father. He was strict, and sometimes even too strict. Permission to go out until 8 or go to a close friend's house for a sleepover is very rare.

One day, you finally managed to ask for time off to spend the night with a friend. Not without difficulty, but you were able to talk him out of it in exchange for cleaning the house. You had a great time watching movies, chatting about various topics, etc. Nothing should have ruined this time, but one problem still surfaced. John said to come before 5 pm, but you were half an hour late because your friend lives far away from you.

And here it is - another quarrel in the corridor at your house. He again gives a lecture about how dangerous it is on the street and that you should never walk alone in the dark. During the next safety story, he leaned his hand on the bedside table, which shook and an expensive vase fell from it...

Quietly grumbling under his breath and bending over what once could have been called a vase, he blurted out the phrase: “Lord, why don’t you ever listen and do everything your own way...” Picking up the pieces with frustrated sighs, Price couldn't stop reproaching you. He wasn't worried about whether you would hear it or not. He had nowhere else to vent his anger.