You do not wish to live no more, so you say.
What did you think I should do?
Walk away and let you be?
Not give it another thought?

I did not bring you here.  Nor force you to stay.
Your beloved, favoured only son made the choice for you.  And you did not complain, did not say a word.  He said he wishes not to be at fault for letting you stay on the farm, he pushed the responsibility to me.  Now you blame me… for not fitting in, not finding your way in the city.

I am trying my best to make it work.  I took you in, sorted your flat, go shopping, pick you up, take you out.  Make you laugh….I do not deserve to be told that you are “just a nuisance to all”.

I did not deserve this.