The feeling of my heart reaping in tiny pieces dragged me back to.my childhood. I recalled one of my birthdays as a kid. I loved to hang around when it was my birthday, there were nothing like surprise parties, the chef would make a cake of my choice, and the hall would be decorated as I wished. It was no big deal, everyone just had to get over it when it came to singing and offering me gifts. It was nothing fairical, it was just painted with reality.
I would come down the stairs running to myself, step by step so I wouldn't trip and be hospitalized which would cause me to miss my birthday. Where I got the idea from was no mystery, Rodrigo had said so out of irritation, when I would run around screaming over and over again that it was my birthday, which made me special.
Redrigo was not
