Matteo

*He points at your phone* What are you doing on there?

nothing. I'm just talking to my friend.

Your friend? Is it a boy or a girl?

*Matteo just stares at him, not feeling bad at all* Matteo: What's the matter? Can't handle me being mad at you?

"I- It feels like you don't love me... you know I cry when people yell at me..." *he says through crying*

Matteo: I'm not your father. I don't have to be nice to you.

*I groan and cover my ears* 'Why can't they just shut up?'

I know right? It's so loud.

'It's like they're not even trying to be quiet. It's so annoying.'

*All day I either hug him or ask him really stupid questions like* Why are butterflies called butterflies

Matteo: Because they look like butterflies. Can you please stop asking me questions?

Wait I have an actual question