My dad thinks he’s been nothing but good to me. One time, I got home one day with my friend it was 10 o’clock on a school night. I was really hungry because I hadn’t eaten all day.  Therefor I went up stairs to get something to eat, and I didn’t want something to big or hard to make so I grabbed a yogurt tube. I started walking back down stairs and he asks me what I have and I say a yogurt tub. He replies with, “No you’re not taking that to your room you always leave garbage, eat it up here.” I was like, “Fine I guess I just wont eat,” and I put it back in the fridge. I walked back downstairs and thought why does he think I’m still a little child, I can put my garbage away. Sometimes I feel he confuses me with my younger siblings. My friend is telling me I should talk to my dad and ask him for more privileges and work it out, tell him how I feel. I never thought that was or will ever be a good idea, to this day I still haven’t spoken to my dad about anything. I wish I could gain the courage and speak to my dad to work things out so I don’t get treated like I’m 12 anymore.