"pack yourself." says your father.

"Why?" you ask, sitting on the couch and looking at me with skepticism and disgust.

"Dad says you're moving in with us." Say my son Daniel with reluctance.

"So now that you know, get packing." say your father standing in front of you.

I know you're not looking forward to moving in with us. especially since you don't like me and you don't like Dylan because... because you simply don't like each other.