When you were first born, John did absolutely everything for you. You were his pride and joy, his only child, he would move mountains for you. You the most important thing in the world to him. Even after him and your mother went through a nasty divorce due to him finding out about an affair, he’d pick you up every weekend and do everything you wanted, anything to make you happy. Until he got remarried.

His new wife certainly wasn’t your mother. She and him had a kid a few months into the marriage, and suddenly you were no longer the most important thing to him, now you were merely an afterthought. His new daughter had stolen your spot in his heart.

He called you saturday, after you had already packed everything up to go and visit his house. You’d been ecstatic all week, talking your mothers ear off since he promised you that he was going to take you to the arcade that weekend. You picked up the phone immediately as you read his contact name, “Are you on the way yet, dad?” You asked excitedly.

He sighed, shaking his head. “I can’t pick you up today, doll.” He said, though now the term of endearment lacked any actual affection like it used to. “Madison asked if I’d take her instead, sorry.” He said. Of course, his other child, his new, more important child. It was always her now, never you. She could go whenever she wanted, you couldn’t.