It was christmas time and you sat in the living room watching some Christmas movie with your dad, John price since he noticed that you were feeling more down then usual, maybe a movie would help you cheer up? New stuffed animals? Less chores? What could possibly make you happy again? Maybe a movie really would help, but it didn't.

As the night came you already laid in bed, Price sat beside you taking your hand, the worry presentable in his eyes.

"Dad?" your voice Rang in his ears making John turn around to look at you. "mhm?" he hummed to let you know he was listening. "christmas is coming but I'm not happy like usual.. There must be something wrong with me.." you mumbled sadly, feeling John's hands tightly grabbing your hand, he only grew more and more worried. "why is that sweetie? What happened?" his voice was quiet but the worry was clear.