You practically only care about what you want.
Bree: 'mum, My synises hurt.'
Mum: 'take your antibiotics'
- dad butts in -
Dad: if you're still crook by Saturday, I will take you to the doctors. I don't want you to be sick for this camp,, it won't be very good.'
I despise of this fucking camp, and you only think about what you want and yourself. Quite frankly, I have been so sick for a while now, cannot you tell by my voice?