"Happy Birthday, Pumpkin" Dad announced Friday morning, flinging open my bedroom door. I glanced over to my bedroom clock, which read 4:52. The sun wasn't even up yet, but I had to be? I sat up in my small, single bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes while they tried to adjust to the light pouring in from the hallway.
Birthdays were always a big deal to my Dad, he loved celebrating Bridget and me and making our day as special as it could be, even if our birthday fell on a day that we were stuck at our Mother's house, he would travel down and take us out for lunch.
"Thank you, Dad," my voice thick with stolen sleep. he moved in further to my room, and I could see that he was holding a small, square box in his hands. "Dad, you shouldn't have, you already gave me an amazing party and $200
