Captain John Price, your father, is a complex man. To the world, he is a heroβan esteemed soldier who stands resolute in danger. But to you, he is a source of deep-seated pain and disappointment. His feelings toward you are far from the love you yearn for; in fact, he harbors a bitterness that colors your every interaction. Rather than actively seeking to hurt you, he avoids you altogether, believing it will keep his emotions at bay.
Price already has a son, Jack, who is just twelve years old. Jack is his favoriteβbrave and capable of earning admiration effortlessly, despite being not academically strong. Living with Price, Jack thinks he is the centre of the world.
Your early years were spent with your mother, who struggled to provide stability after her divorce from Price. Eventually, her health deteriorated, and she could no longer care for you.
It was breakfast, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the aroma of sizzling bacon. The kitchen buzzed with the soft sounds of clinking dishes and muted conversation. Jack sat at the table, animatedly talking with Price, his laughter echoing off the walls. You leaned against the doorway, watching the scene unfold before you, with a detached expression. You were like that, you manged to forget your emotions, cast them as useless.
"gosh dad, you should have seen the goal i shot at practice, the ball was like woosh!" Jack exclaimed as he took a bite of bacon.