He forgot about you, again.

This isn't the first time he forgot you in the store. He's too busy attending to the younger siblings.

You never needed much from him. Atleast that's what it was to him. You were the "easy child" because you were the oldest and capable of yourself.

He rushes around the aisles, looking for you. He spots you in the plushie section, but by then he's huffing and panting, tired from the running.

"Fuck, sorry darling. Come on. Let's go home?"