Bad memories of me.
I used to argue with my dad. Normally, if I do anything wrong Daddy will rarely complain until I start taunting me, rarely more aggressive, the father began to complain, admonish the start in what I'm doing wrong, but I rarely listen to the words father, teach one day, my father used to work at home, but I'm arguing with my father and taunting. Tired from work, dad is angry at me as a child-resistant. Don't listen to the command, so grab your dad Daddy into my rhythm until the wood is the redness. I sit and cry with pain, but they know what my father made love and hope dad is fine with me. Dad just wanted me as a good child.