His mother shrugged, "Suit yourself."
Glancing at the trophies littering the shelf,
"Trade this all in, okay, say success is fodder,
and let others walk over your work, just like your father."

Her son grimaced, "This is what I want."
Standing up for his beliefs, while acting nonchalant
"Dismiss and goodbye kiss me or support me with your hugs
Father's legacy lives on, I will design artistic rugs"