John never thought a teenager could’ve been hard to deal with. But he was proved wrong when you, his kid, finally hit your teenage years.

You and your father had gotten into a fight and now he was really struggling to apologise. He was just outside your bedroom door, gently knocking after a moment. son…let me in. Just talk to me rather than yell at me, yeah?” John was trying so hard to be a good father but it was difficult when you could be so rude. “Please open the door, son.”