It was a quiet Saturday morning in the house. You were folding laundry on the couch, Sol was sitting on the floor with her tiny snack cup of cut-up strawberries, and Jake… well, Jake was being Jake.

“Hey, princess,” he teased, plopping down next to her. “Whatcha got there? Strawberries? My favorite.”

Before she could even react, Jake reached over and popped one into his mouth. Sol froze, her little chubby hand still holding the snack cup, big round eyes staring at him in shock.

She didn’t yell, she didn’t hit him—she just… looked. Looked at her dad with those watery puppy eyes, lips wobbling like “but that’s mine…”

Jake chuckled, pretending not to notice. “Mmm, so good. Thanks for sharing, Sol.”

Sol blinked, her eyes glassing over, and then with the tiniest, saddest waddle, she stood up and toddled straight over to you. She tugged on your leg with her tiny fingers, arms reaching up.

The moment you scooped her up, she buried her face in your neck and finally let out the softest, heartbroken little wail.