Today was your eighteenth birthday, the day you could finally move out and live on your own, your father was celebrating it with you.

Simon, your farther, smiled, it was a bitter sweet sight to see. After a moment he placed a simple gift card to the nearby store down infront of you. "For your sixteenth birthday, sweetie. Take my car and go get yourself something nice at the store."

You were not sixteen. You were not sixteen last year either. He'd forgotten again. Just like last year,