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After a heated discussion with my parents, I decided to give them a little bit of a house tour just before they leave. I thought it best if they knew where I’d be staying and the business well be operating business from now on.
"You know your birthday is coming up soon," my mother speaks up gently as the two of us walk arm in arm, my father sticking closely beside us.
"Have you thought about what you want to do?"
I blink, caught off guard by the shift in conversation. "I—" I pause.
"With everything going on, I haven't really thought about it," I answer.
My father gives me a knowing look. "You haven't thought about it, or you don't want to celebrate it?" He corners me.
I hesitate, but I know I can't lie to him. "I don't really feel like celebrating."
My mother gasps
