"No one stays a child forever, and no one can control everything forever."
Dylan Young's words were somewhat pointed; his father naturally understood but pretended not to.
Mr. Young said, "Actually, your mum hasn't been feeling well these past few days, frequently dizzy, has a poor appetite, headaches at night, a heavy chest—she's never had these symptoms before."
Dylan stood in the hallway, looking at the four words 'No Noise Allowed' on the opposite wall, and said, "Then you want to say that she's upset because of me and my wife, right?"
Mr. Young replied unhappily, "Dylan, you're my son. Do you think your mum and I would harm you? Don't act like you're always ready to attack. I haven't seen you in years; I just want to have a good talk, but every word you say is a jab."
"Alright, I also hope to communicate more with my father. I hope you understand and respect my opinions, instead of doing things I absolutely don't want under the guise of doing what's best for me."
