I stared at my father in shock. He was looking at me as if I had somehow betrayed him.

“He... He went through his transformation?” He asked.

“Well, yes. Today’s his birthday” I replied.

“I... Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

I raised a brow. “You don’t know your own kid’s birthday and it’s my job to tell you?” I asked.

He glared at me. “I meant why didn’t you tell me he was transforming? I could have helped”

“If you’d known his birthday you would have been prepared” it was like since I’d told my father off the first time, I could do it without prompting now. I...