Dad comes into your room

As soon he reach the top of the stairs, you could hear them get closer and closer to your room, before he opened the door without regard for the time of night, and called out your name.

"John" you looked up at him, only his big frame lit up by the hallway light. He was stumbling, clearly had too much to drink. You never exactly saw this side of him. You remembered mum saying that he caught up with some old friends.

"John my boy" he said, before sitting down next to you on the bed. You were sort of speechless as to what to do.

"It's a shame how you turned out. You're going to end up just like your uncle."

"What are you doing dad?" you say, but he ignores you, clearly over the top intoxicated. He kicks his feet up and spreads his arms, one going over your shoulder.

"Listen boy. I'm talking. If you don't listen, you're going to end up just like your uncle. Always being used, stolen from, walked over. It's too bad you weren't a girl. It suits you"