Happiness. Is it not enough for you to suffer all this while? Is it not enough for you to work so hard for us? Is it not enough for you to be happy? Is it not enough? You thought me to be kind. You thought me to respect. You thought me to be a gentleman. You carry a heavy burden. A burden that I do not know how to solve. How do you expect to help anyone if you can't help the person you love the most?