i command you

this time around, it wasn't a question. it was a command. a directive.

i got it wrong here. i realize my dad calls me twice a year to inquire about my life...once in January sometime around my birthday...another in May, around his. I would have thought this time he would have forgotten to ask.

technically it was I who called.
technically it was mom I called.
still didn't stop dad from delivering his "intermission" speech.

*sigh*

that's how I responded, btw....