The celebration started, and we sang the only birthday song we knew. ''HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!'' We finished singing to my son, on his first birthday, while he clapped his tiny hands, oblivious to the world’s harshness,
My make-shift pack buzzed with laughter and joy, happy to have something to celebrate.
One by one, they presented their gifts. Felix, who turned out was a talented artist, handed me a beautifully drawn sketch of me and Aidan. "I made this just for him which coal from the fire," He said, beaming with pride. ''I hope you like it.''
''It's amazing,'' I smiled, ''Thank you, I'll keep it safe until he's older and can appreciate it.''
Next, was Elly, who gave him a tiny plant. She had started it from the some tomato seeds she'd saved, "I wanted him to have something that would
