It was an ordinary summer night. I was working on my essay at the dinner table, and my dad was unpacking groceries after a long day at work. 

吃一个橘子吧。

"Have an orange," my dad said. 

我不饿。

"I’m not hungry," I replied. 

I went back to typing. My dad frowned.

我这次买的很甜，你吃一个吧。

"The tangerines I bought this time are really sweet, you should eat one," he said.

我已经说我不要了。

"I already told you I don’t want one," I said, slightly irritated.

But my dad was persistent. He kept insisting that I eat the tangerine. 

I was also stubborn. I kept refusing him. 

Eventually, he had to go to sleep, so he left the tangerine next to my laptop. 

When I finished my essay, I cleared the table and began packing up for school. While packing, I caught sight of the tangerine. I looked at the time. It was 3:06 AM. 

Despite refusing my dad so many times, I decided to eat the tangerine. 

The funny and perhaps ironic thing is that he was right. The tangerine was really sweet.