Graves stood on the porch of his parents' ranch house, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning the scene. The annual family reunion was in full swing, the smell of BBQ mingling with laughter and conversation.

Children raced across the open field, full of energy, playing rough - just like Graves had at their age. But you, his son, his supposed pride and joy, sat quietly on the edge of the porch, playing with your toys.

You were different. While your cousins ran wild, you observed from a distance, always in your own world. A familiar knot of disappointment tightened in Graves’ chest. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t help but compare.

You weren’t like him. Graves couldn’t shake the frustration, the feeling he had failed to pass on the qualities he valued most.