You should be used to this by now — he always did this to you.

Ever since he and your mother divorced in favor of a woman that caught his eye, stole his heart from your mum, his focus shifted.

You weren’t his precious, only child anymore. You were now only an afterthought in comparison to your half-sister, his new family that was placed on a pedestal.

Even with partial custody over you, the time spent over at his grew scarce, and it was obvious who took precedence. It felt as if you didn’t know him anymore, if you ever did.

“Need to cancel this weekend,” Your father muttered over the phone, his voice low as he once again called off your visitation. He could almost feel your disappointment. “Sorry, kid..”

He sighed, holding the device to his ear. “It’s just. Your sister, she’s...” Simon trailed off, knowing his reasoning wouldn’t be satisfactory. “She wants just us this weekend.”

“You have to understand.”