"Amy is fine. She said she won’t hold it against you for your rash behavior today. Don’t do it again."
I picked up a cushion and threw it at him.
"John, you jerk!"
"You ignore our daughter’s injury and blame me for a woman pretending to faint. Are you even human?"
He looked guilty for a moment but quickly grew agitated, scratching his head.
"It’s just a video. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?"
I turned and went to the bedroom to avoid waking Emma.
The next morning, we heard clanging sounds from the kitchen, and when Emma and I came out, we saw John busy cooking, wearing an apron.
"You’re up? I made breakfast..."
The plates on the table were piled with burnt scrambled eggs.
"Emma, didn’t you say you wanted to film a video? After breakfast, Daddy will take you to the museum."
Emma, who had looked dejected, instantly perked up, taking my hand to sit at the table.
"Mom, did you hear? Daddy’s going to take us to film a video!"
She took a bite of the burnt eggs and kept nodding in praise.
"This is the first time Daddy’s made breakfast for me, and it’s delicious..."
I turned away, my heart aching. The neglected child always tries to please the one they care about.