From the moment I was able to understand language, my house was a boot camp. My earliest memory is of my dad barking orders at me. Sit up straight, do this, do that. I listen. I don't rebel or voice my opinions. I am a windup toy.

My life is boring, because it isn't my life. It is my father's. I am his only son and I am going to be like him. I have to. I am expected to join the rugby team. I am expected to be ladies man. I am expected to join the army after highschool. I am a Watson. It's just what I have to do. What I want doesn't matter.

My sister, Harriet, seems to have it easier, at least at first glance. Her job is to get married and have grandkids for my father to gawk at. Which would not have been hard, Harry is a very pretty girl. I know that my family's plan for her isn't what she wants, but Harriett isn't like me... She is brave. She says what she wants.

That's to be with her girlfriend Claire. No grandkids and maybe even no marriage. Just her happy ending, but that's not what he wants.