König was a small child, eyes watery as he sat on the woodchips of the playground. You were his parent, unaware of what happened only a moment before.

He was pushed off of the slide by an older kid, and now he sat with a small cut on his arm as he sniffed and coughed hard, a few tears spilling down his face.

He waddled towards you after sucking it up and presented his injured arm to you, saying nothing save for his crying.