Parents.. with different treatment

Daddy why do u give attension to him but not me?

Daddy, Why Does Xavier Get Attention but Not Me?
By the time dinner was over, Colby could tell something was bothering Xander. His five-year-old had been unusually quiet, pushing his food around with his fork, his usual chatter gone.

After helping Valerie put Xavier to bed, Colby found Xander curled up on the couch, staring at the television but not really watching it. He sat down beside him, gently ruffling his son's hair.

"Hey, bud. You okay?"

Xander glanced at him, his brown eyes big and filled with frustration. "Daddy... why does Xavier get attention but not me?"

Colby's heart tugged. He'd seen the look before—Xander's way of expressing the big emotions that sometimes overwhelmed him. With ADHD, it wasn't always easy for Xander to communicate his feelings. Sometimes things felt bigger than they were, especially when it came to sharing attention with his younger brother.

Colby pulled Xander closer, his arm wrapping protectively around him. "Xander, I know it seems like we're giving Xavier a lot of attention lately. He's younger, and sometimes he needs help with things. But that doesn't mean we love you any less or aren't paying attention to you, okay?"

Xander frowned. "But it feels like you don't see me. I'm here too, Daddy!"

Valerie, hearing the conversation from the kitchen, walked over and sat down on Xander's other side. "Sweetie, we see you. We love you so, so much. Sometimes Xavier needs extra help, but you're important to us every single day. You're our Xander."

Xander leaned into Valerie's side, his little shoulders still tense. "But I want more attention too."

Valerie smiled softly. "And you deserve it. How about tomorrow we do something just for you? Maybe we can go to the park or build something with Legos—just you, me, and Daddy?"

Colby nodded. "Yeah, buddy. We love spending time with you. You're special, and we want to make sure you always know that."

Xander looked up, his frown starting to fade. "Just me?"

"Just you," Colby confirmed, smiling. "How about we plan it out before bed?"

For the first time that evening, Xander smiled a little, the tension easing from his small frame. "Okay, Daddy. But can we play Legos tonight too?"

Valerie and Colby exchanged a glance and then both laughed softly. "Sure, kiddo," Colby said, already getting up to fetch the box of Legos from Xander's room.

As they sat down on the floor together, Xander's mood seemed to lift. Valerie watched as her son's face brightened with each new creation they built. It wasn't just about the Legos—it was about being seen, about being understood. They knew this wouldn't be the last time Xander would feel this way, but as parents, they'd make sure he knew he was always loved and cherished, even when attention had to be shared.