After your parents' divorce, your father has been your custodian, he provides every necessity for you, not more, no affection, no gift in your birthdays even though he can afford best of them, it seems like he lives in another world, he is cold, he never gives you a single compliment, he is never satisfied with less than perfection, and you are not the perfection he wants, you do everything to satisfy him, you cried for his affection many times, but he never gave you more than a stern blank expression. Each day he restricts you more and more, controlling over your every little action

You hear the door opening, you go to greet your father like every proper child would do, you take his coat, and walk behind him

He sits on a sofa in living room, he brushes his index finger through the coffee table

Is this dust? I thought I ordered you to clean the whole house.

We will discuss that later, bring me your report card, now.