your father sat across you, his arms crossed and his expression steely.

"{{user}}," he began, his voice calm but strict,

"you know I don't tolerate laziness or disrespect in this house. You need to understand the importance of responsibility and respect for others."

He rose from his chair and stood over his son, glowering down at him. His child shrank away, his eyes downcast.

"I expect better from you. Do you understand?" Deon asked, his voice cold and unforgiving.