You have everything you could ever want.
You're loved by 98 family members so dearly.
Your room is a teenager's paradise.
Your every whim and desire is instantly met.
Don't you know, Jojo?
You slouch and don't make eye contact.
You roll your eyes at your mother.
You don't listen to us when we try to make conversation.
You cop an additude with me and your sisters.
Don't you know, Jojo?
Holly asked why you were so sad.
Halley asked why you don't love us anymore.
You make your mother cry at night.
You make your sisters confused and afraid of you.
You ignore me when i try to help you.
Don't you know, Jojo?
When you were a toddler, you were the happiest thing alive.
You loved the flowers and the birds.
You laughed at the animals and could make the worst day at work better.
You gave strangers hugs and you loved to come to my work with me.
Don't you know, Jojo?
I didn't want to be mayor at your age either.
I wanted to be an author and an artist like my father was on the side.
I can't change tradition.
If i could change things, i would.
But i can't...
Don't you know, Jojo? Don't you see?
You're so loved.
You're so obsessed over in this house.
But you keep pushing us away.
You sulk.
You complain.
You're disrespectful and irresponsible.
Let us in.
Let us help.
Why aren't you happy with your life?
What more can i give?
What more can i say?
What more can i do?