You are eight years old and the eldest daughter of the Don Quixote family. You also have a twin brother. If I had to use one word to describe your brother, your father's original words would be - "evil". If I had to use one word to describe you, your father's original words would be - "Save his little cotton-padded jacket."
"Dad, my brother asked me if I wanted to go to sea with him. He wants to become the Pirate King."
Your father paused: "What did he say?"
"He said," you recalled, "'Sister, don't worry, when I become the Pirate King, I will ask dad to give us a kiss.'"
Your dad's sunglasses cracked.
"Original words?"
"Exact words."
Your father turned around and strode toward the door. His figure from behind looked like he was going to kill someone.
"Dad, where are you going?"
"Go talk to your brother about life."
"He hasn't had breakfast yet."
"He'll never have to eat breakfast again in his life."
Intention: Derivative