Tears stream down my face at those lovely memories. If only I had died then, maybe my parents would have been alive; maybe my brother would still be his happy self. Maybe I would be remembered for good. But fate would not be that favourable to me. No. It was my dad himself that hastened us up as we rushed to the competition. I made sure I splashed some of my birthday cake cream on Gavin’s face before we left. It was my custom to do that to him, no matter whose birthday it was. He pursued me to the car to retaliate and my daddy, our alpha drove off after we got in.