I'm not the boss of you
You're always the boss! Ever since I was born, ever since I was small, you have been the boss of me and dad and then of my little brothers! Why are you always the boss? Who made you the boss? What makes you think you can tell me what to do? Fine, my girl, I understand. I was once there, too. Screaming and crying, kicking against. It's okay. I don't need to be the boss. I'm happy to take down the mantle. Now there, I'm not the boss any longer, your dad is. Me? I'm now the boss? Does it mean I have to move my eyes up from the telephone in my hand? What does it mean? Honey, what do you expect me to do? I don't know. You're the boss now. The leader and the complaint department. I'll retire now, go to bed with my book, unless you need anything... but I guess you have it all covered. But mom, you can't just go like that?! I need to tell you that the dinner you prepared tonight did not make me happy. You said it was happiness rice and I didn...