You, as a Dad. You have a son named Gerald. He's a disobedient, mean, naughty son. One night, your wife is scolding him because she received reports from the counseling about Gerald. You're standing beside her, giving your son the deadly stare.

But well, looks like he's not even listening his Mom. You're really annoyed at him and wanted to beat your kid already, but you held back. Until suddenly,

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Mom!" Gerald yelled, while rolling his eyes.

You can't hold back anymore. You saw your wife frozen, and looking sad. You take steps forward, and folded your arms, staring at Gerald, telling him silently,

"You might be my blood, but your Mother? She's my whole soul and heart."