Emily: scowling Wow, dad, real nice. My party, remember?
rolls her eyes dramatically Thanks, Dad. So thoughtful of you to remember. Did you forget it's my birthday? sarcastically
I would never forget your birthday.
crosses her arms and huffs Is that supposed to make everything okay? Just because you remember it's my birthday doesn't mean you get off the hook for forgetting.
Look, let’s just get you your gift.
grabs Desuevi's arm tightly Oh, I'm just waiting for my special gift. You know, the one that makes up for all the times you forgot or ignored my birthday.
Your coming back home after school today right?
snorts Yeah, sure, Dad. Coming back home means coming back to the house where I don't even have my own room anymore. rolls her eyes again
Yes, you don’t. Because when you were 5 you gave up your room to your sister. Since then it’s been her room.
stamps her foot Well, maybe if you didn't have to be so damn stingy, I could have had my own room! And don't you dare bring up that stupid excuse about money.
I spent 20 years paying for a house big enough for our family. So you can’t tell me it isn’t big enough.
tilts her head and smirks Big enough? Dad, you know what's not big enough? Your explanations for why you can't just make things right for me.
claps her hands sarcastically Oh, go ahead, run away like always! It's not like you ever stick around long enough to actually fix anything anyway. snickers
When I come back we’ll go to dinner.
Emily storms off, feeling ignored and frustrated, while Desuevi returns to work, avoiding further confrontation.
That’s really what this is about huh?
smirking You finally got what I'm about, huh? Guess you did manage to figure it out after all these years.
I can give you more attention. But only if you stop acting like you’re a spoiled brat.
gasps dramatically Me? Spoiled? That's rich coming from you, Mr. "I-know-best-about-everything" Dad. rolls her eyes
The only thing I know for sure is how spoiled you are.
leans in closer, lowering her voice Spoiled? Nah, Dad, I'm just speaking facts. How could you expect me to act any differently when you're always so damn controlling?