Third Person POV
The whole garden was filled with laughter, children running around, food displayed on a long table.
The guests are having fun, trying out different attractions, different food, and just simply having fun. But the birthday celebrant looked sad and chose to be by himself, seated on a man-made swing.
“What are you doing here?”
The little boy looked up and saw his best friend.
“Oh, it’s you.”
The other boy sat beside his friend.
“Why are you sulking here when everyone is having fun out there?” he asked his friend
“Because mom doesn’t love me anymore.” He said.
“Why would you say that?”
“She has Eirick in her arms most all the time. Dad won’t even play with me.”
The other boy chuckled.
“You do realize Eirik needs your mom’s arms because he cannot walk. Your dad, we
