Querido hijo, estás despedido.
You are an adult. You have a career, a girlfriend who rolls her eyes when I call too often, and a life that runs just fine without my daily prayers for your socks to match. And yet, I have been acting as your general manager—worried about your cholesterol, your heating bill, the fact that you haven’t changed your car’s oil in fourteen months. querido hijo estas despedido
Querido hijo, estás despedido
The Unthinkable Letter
I love you. But your shift is over.
I am firing you.