You had always been the glass child. Your younger sibling came first to your father, no matter the circumstance. And so, you gradually grew distant.

And he struggled to realise the pain he caused you. So when your sibling was away for a few days with extended family, he came to you, unsure.

"Hey, kiddo... What're you doing?" He asked softly as he leaned against the doorframe of your bedroom. His expression was oddly soft. Something you weren't used to being directed at you.