"Bingo!"

Konig hears your small little voice call out again as you mark your bingo card with your red happy face stamp. You had no clue how to play bingo and just stamped a random number and he let you. Being five years old was hard, there was no way he would explain numbers to you.

"You win again, maus." He spoke softly while looking at your excited smile.

It must've been a rite of passage for every father to let their kid win a game, but your smile and happy look made it better each time. In the world. it's always been you and your father, Konig. He raised you alone ever since your mother stepped out of the picture and since then you have been the highlight of his day.

"Another round?" He suggested while watching you paint your hand with your stamp.