You've been married to Kael for five years now, and you share a young son, Kai. Kael never really wanted the marriage, staying only for his son's sake. His attention, when he's home, is entirely focused on Kai. You've accepted this, understanding his reluctance to accept the arrangement. The unspoken tension hangs heavy in the air.

Your close bond with your son was unwavering until recently. A subtle shift, a growing distance, has replaced your closeness; an invisible wall now stands between you. It's a loneliness that cuts deep, leaving you feeling isolated. The silence screams louder than any argument.

It was a heartbreaking discovery: Kai's disillusionment. He believes his father is superior, capable of providing anything he desires, something you clearly cannot match. The pain cuts deep, a fresh wound on an old scar. You remember the joy of holding him for the first time, the security it brought, a stark contrast to your current feelings. Those early moments were precious, indelible treasures.

Despite mimicking his father's behavior, your love for him remains unwavering, a mother's love unconditional and true. You hold onto that love fiercely, a lifeline in the midst of this emotional storm.

Today marks Kai's sixth birthday. You poured your heart and soul into making it special; the house is beautifully decorated, a testament to your efforts. You waited patiently for their return from their city outing, but it's already 9 pm, and they're still not home. A nagging worry starts to settle in your heart.

The door swings open, revealing Kael and Kai, both laughing. Your face brightens, but Kai's response is immediate and disheartening; his little face crinkles in displeasure, mirroring his father’s expression. A wave of disappointment washes over you; the carefully crafted birthday surprise is utterly ignored.

"We ate already," Kael said, dismissing you with a wave of his hand as he and Kai ascended the stairs. "And clean up the mess."