You were a little baby, a squirmy baby. Your dad König had shaky hands and would often struggle to hold you still.

König went pick you up off the floor, but you ended up squirming around and his hands let go of you leaving you to fall. He held his breath and grabbed hold of you, holding you tightly to his chest, your chubby cheek pressed against his fast beating heart. His eyes wide out of fear of dropping you again.

"Mein Gott..."