LIAM
It wasn't every day that I got to follow my Dad into his room for a talk. That happens whenever he thinks I am going astray. We rarely had this light conversation. Light conversations were for my mum.
My Dad was all about serious conversations; about my studies, what I thought my future would look like, and some pieces of advice whenever I screwed up. Just like now.
"You are now an adult, William. And I expect you to be acting like one. Not going around partying, and fighting in school."
Yeah, the party... I knew he hadn't completely forgotten about that.
"Dad..."
He raised his hand dismissively. "I haven't finished, son." I pressed my lips and clasped my hands together in front of my lap. I had totally forgotten that he didn't like being interrupted.
"You are supposed to be an
