David had just finished preparing himself for school that morning. His uniform was neat, his hair combed into place, and his expression full of carefully built confidence. With everything in order, he started making his way downstairs to join the family breakfast.
As usual, his eyes couldn't resist glancing toward Al's room, which—as expected—was completely silent. The door remained closed, the atmosphere inside lifeless, as though the room's occupant had been swallowed whole by sleep.
"That lazy fool really knows nothing but sleeping. I guess I was worrying too much about his existence, just because he happens to be the real son of this household. Honestly, what could a good-for-nothing like him ever achieve in a family as great as this one?" David muttered to himself with a quiet snicker, the tone brimming with self-assurance.
