"What's this?!"
I was shocked to hear Dad's screams, who was sitting behind the desk as usual. My lips pursed at the harsh response of my training in doing practical office work to help Nathan on Sunday. It's not just me, Delvin and Cleo have their duties. Unfortunately, I, who lacked business knowledge, actually got scolded during the day like this.
"How many times have I taught you, Elsie? Where's your brain, huh?!" his tone is getting higher. "I'm disappointed. More than you have ever done!"
"I told you I wasn't cut out for business," I replied lightly.
"Then where is your match, huh? Cleopatra was able to become a class champion and a model student, and catapulted the Cavern clan for her intelligence! Delvin can also achieve the achievement of becoming a national champion! Where's your achievement? Tell me where is your match?? Bar? Pubs? Wild party??"
Again the comparison sucks. "Do not force me."
"If you don't want to be forced, then show me that you can." Now his tone had softened.
I don't even know why his expression changed drastically from anger to frustration like that. Turning his attention to me instead he landed his gaze out the window.
"There's a lot of tough competition in this world," he continued. "You just choose to be eaten, or eat."
I responded to his sentence with a light laugh plus a contemptuous look. "Like a chess piece?"
Suddenly, why is Dad moving towards me? His eyes which were the same color as mine seemed to disapprove of my reply.
"Chess pieces move on cues and orders," he corrected. "All I want is to mold you into someone who doesn't wait for someone else's index finger to make a move. I want you like a leaf falling on a flowing river. With gentle and regular movements, towards the places, it reaches but can pass through the biggest obstacle fields to arrive at the final destination. The open sea."
For some reason, I was silent a thousand languages listening to his philosophical sentence. I watched him carefully, even without opening his mouth to speak. I don't hate Dad. No. I just hate the doctrine that is inscribed on me all the time but does not give a significant explanation of why.
Even so, I will not melt with such a philosophical sentence. "I have long since stopped playing drama and music. Don't expect much in those two areas. Because all I need is freedom."
"Then…" Dad leaned his back against the back of the wheelchair. His fingers intertwined with each other to form a fist. "Free as a dove that still knows the way to go and the way home."
Immediately my heart skipped a beat when I heard that.