You cant go on like this! Its not fair! Robert dashed into his fathers room.
What are you on about now? Why do you think that? Who put that notion in your head?
Our school counsellor told me.
Go on then, tell me more about it.
Ill show you. Ill go to bed, and you pretend to wake me up in the morning.
What are you doing that for?
Youll get it, trust me!
Alright, alright… Robert, wake up. Time for school, stop lying in bed.
You see! Its the same every morning. Parents are supposed to wake their children up kindly, so they feel loved. And youre supposed to smile!
Let your mum make you smile. I havent got the time for this.
Dont you love me?
What on earth are you talking about now? His father was starting to get irritated.
Its not nonsense. If you dont want me treating you badly when youre old, youve got to show how you feel. Try waking me up again.
Fine. You cheeky monkey, get up. Youre going to be late for school.
Im still tired! Sweetheart, wake up his father stroked his hair and kissed his forehead.
Yes! Thats it! I actually felt your love then.
Alright, enough games. Show me your grades.
Not right now, Dad. You dont have time, youll be late for work.
Doesnt matter. Whats this? A 3, both for English Lit and Maths.
But I got an A in Psychology.
Planning to be a psychologist, are you, son? Listen, my golden boy, until you improve those grades, no more chatting on the phone. Sit down and study until your mother gets back.
Robert started to cry, and his father tried to comfort him: You said I should smile so go on, smile!
