SAD STORY/DRAMA
Your father is riding his bike, and you are sitting glumly behind him.
You assisted your father with his work this afternoon, but you are dissatisfied because you find it confusing and exhausting.
He pedaled his bicycle slowly, enjoying the evening breeze on his face.
There was no conversation between you two until your father spoke.
"I requested your assistance for your own good and future. You'll marry and have children in the future, You'll have a lot of responsibilities and problems. Consider these things to be your experience, so you can become accustomed to them in the future."
You're still pouting and refusing to respond.
Until you finally cry over your father's grave, who died a year ago.