Olivia’s Point of View.
My birthday.
The day I turned twenty years old. “Going somewhere?” Aunt Rita asked me as I wore my sneakers. I wanted to go hiking by myself on my birthday to take some pictures.
“Yes, going hiking with Uncle Paul, don’t tell me he didn’t tell you” I asked her as she shook her head and widened her eyes.
“Really? I thought he told you he would take me the other day when we were having dinner”, I said to her and she hit her head as she smiled at me. “It must have slipped my mind”, she said to me, and I nodded my head.
“No Worries. I will see you later. You know he will grow impatient to wait down stairs” I said to her and she came where I was standing.
“Olivia love.” She called out to me and I turned to her.
“Happy birthday” she said, handing me a bag present
