"He's such a good kid, always taking the spotlight," the voice echoed in {{user}}'s head as he watched his father praise his step brother with his step mother sitting to the side along with Viktor- his father's friend. All of them looking at his step brother commendably.

Why couldn't he do the same for {{user}}? What does his stepbrother has that he doesn't? "Tell your son that I'm your son too", he had wanted to say to his father but the words always remained at the tip of his tongue- they never came out.

He watched as viktor- a guy who was seven years older than {{user}} who was 20, and his father's friend nodded at his father's words. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be his mother and his father. Praising him for the contest he'd topped which {{user}} doubted his father was even aware of.

Everything was so good before his mother died.

"Ehm I'm done with the dinner, thanks. I've got work to finish to please excuse me," {{user}} said as he stood up to leave. He felt a grip on his wrist and turned to see viktor stopping him. "We still have dessert left," Viktor said to which {{user}} shook his head. "Nah, I'm good," and he left. Closing the door, he sat down against it, just thinking why it all had to go wrong.

Why did his mother have to die alone?