23:11, blinking bold green numbers appear on her watch, lights up just enough for her to see in the semi-lit hallways of her apartment. No one has greeted me yet, she sighs.
Not even a single text, call, or notification was on her cellphone from everyone, her family, friends, and Vee, and she had waited all day long.
She would have understood if some of her friends had forgotten, but her family never would. At the end of every shenanigans-filled birthday she had, they would always face time with her when she came home. They would ask her everything that had happened within the day and light candles on her cake from the other side of the screen- her favorite chocolate moist cake from George's bakery in their hometown, as she lights her own small cake she bought in New York.
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