If you're a parent or know a parent, you know very well that, apparently, every parent's worst fear is to have the following dialogue with their child:
Child: "Parental unit!" Parent: "Yo." Child: "I am sorely disappointed by your glaringly inappropriate, borderline-criminal lack of support for my burgeoning interests in science, technology, engineering, and mathematics; specifically, that which has to do with space and space exploration. Heretofore, I could ignore your other meandering indiscretions, but this caustic smear upon my otherwise unremarkable childhood is wholly unacceptable. Repent!"
Parent: "... ...bwaa?"
Child: "I HATE YOU I WISH I WAS ADOPTED"
...absolutely heart-wrenching. I'm sorry you had to read that, but hopefully now, you truly understand. All this needless acrimony could have been avoided if someone had just bought the kid a damn NASA t-shirt.
Your move. Do the right thing.
Ships from a galaxy far, far away, to the USA, then to you.