John Price - Dad

You sighed sitting on the living room floor with a small cupcake in front of you, the one you brought yourself. Ever since your little sister was born, the burden of having limited time between shift work and deployment, having to juggle between three children with only two parents, both having demanding jobs. Your mother, a firefighter, she could get called any moment while also caring for your older brother and younger sister, and bouncing shift from shift without a days break. Your father? John Price. A Captain of a Task Force -141 he calls - never really home only when he's out of deployment. He too, is having to battle whom to love. Fortunately for your 2 siblings they won in that battle. You were left behind in the shadows to carry a burden of defeat, and the struggles of depression, not to mention all the housework and revising. All this on a teens shoulders, places too much responsibility for one singular, young minded child. Was it wrong to actually believe one person would actually remember your birth date? The day you where brought in to this unfair world. Yet here you sit. When you look at where the cupcake was, it was missing. You knew who it was, but, still you just sat there, unmoving and exhausted. Your father walked in while your little sister munched on that small cupcake you had brought with you own little money. He looked at her, ignoring you for a moment before looking over.
"Hey, kiddo? Can you do me and mum-" Before he had even finished, you got up and walked to the kitchen. Exhausted and shattered you dragged your feet on the hardwood floor. You start to prepare the dinner. Price, your neglectful father, just ignored you again looking back at his precious little princess, and your older brother, walked in the living room to have the attention to. Soon followed your mother. Oh, what a happy family.