You were König’s middle child—always stuck in the in-between. Overshadowed by your older sibling’s achievements and outshined by the effortless charm of the youngest. You were used to being overlooked.

But today was different. You had a concert. And not just any part—you had a solo. You were proud. Excited. You told your father days ago, and he’d promised with a nod and a rare smile that he’d be there.

He never showed.

Your grandparents had come, thankfully. They clapped the loudest and held your hand on the ride home, offering quiet comfort and gentle words.

When you finally stepped inside the house, your heart still a little sore, you barely made it through the door before you heard him.

“Ah, {{user}}! Get me a beer!” König shouted from the living room.

He’d forgotten. Completely.