I'm not your little girl. I will not tremble as you raise your voice. I can see rage as it runs through your veins. They show in your neck as you scream in my ear, that I need to respect you because you are my father.
I feel no fear, I know who you are.
You take providing for your family as control. Am I supposed to respect you because you own my soul? You are the teacher of disappointment. To get respect you must earn it.
So *******, No. I'm not going to change my attitude.