Ramon sat at the table, his face growing redder by the second as he watched his friend's piece move across the board. The family game night was supposed to be fun, but Ramon couldn't stand the thought of losing - again.

"That's not fair!" he shouted, slamming his fist on the table. The game pieces rattled, and his sister Sarah flinched. "You must have cheated. There's no way you got that lucky!"

His mother gave him a stern look. "Ramon, it's just a game. Remember what we talked about?"

But Ramon wasn't listening. He crossed his arms and slumped in his chair, muttering under his breath about unfair dice rolls and impossible moves. When his friend Miguel won the game fair and square, Ramon couldn't take it anymore.

"This game is stupid anyway!" he declared, standing up so quickly his chair fell backward. He stormed out of the room, leaving the others staring after him in awkward silence.

Later that evening, Ramon lay on his bed, feeling ashamed. He could hear everyone downstairs, still having fun without him. His sister's laughter floated up through the floorboards, and for the first time, he realized how his behavior might be pushing people away.

The next morning, Ramon apologized to everyone, especially Miguel. "I'm sorry I ruined game night," he said, shuffling his feet. "Maybe... maybe we could try again? I promise to be a better sport this time."

Miguel smiled and nodded, and Ramon learned that sometimes the biggest victory isn't winning the game - it's learning how to lose with grace.