Breyson's P.O.V
"Son..." Dad said softly, I looked at him.
"I don't know where to begin from but we both know you deliberately refused to understand my situation." Dad explained his concerns.
"But Dad, I'm so certain you can still change your mind about this whole madness you've set forward." I demanded.
"Madness you say?!!" Dad replied, so serious that his look made me feel I was being disrespectful with the way I had just spoken to him.
"I'm sorry dad...I didn't mean to sound rude. It's still madness though." I insisted.
"Well I think for the fact that I'm your father, you should be knowing me by now." He stated.
"Come-on dad! Don't be so sturborn! We've both worked so hard for this! Are you simply going to throw that away?" I asked with that, "you don't want to regret this in future" kind of look.
"YES." He boldly answered.
"You disappoint me each day that goes by." I replied.
"Fine then!" I added, sounding more rude than before.
