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The house is completely silent, I go up the stairs and go straight to my parents' room. I am left breathless when I see him lying on the bed. His face is pale. I go deeper, kneeling and quietly taking his perfect and soft hand.
Between opens his eyes and whispers—Hello my little one, how are you?
"Don't talk, Dad, I'm here and I won't leave until you get better." I smile, holding back my tears because I'm breaking down seeing him that way.
—It's good to have you home—he kisses my hand.
—Because you didn't tell me anything, I would have come right away.
—I needed you in Paris and not here, I don't want you to stop living your life just for me—his weak gaze fixes on mine, that gaze that carries light and joy is fading—You need to live your life even though there is news sad around you.
He left his hand resting on his chest, my eyes became watery as I left, because I know that no matter how much I want to, I cannot magically remove the illness that plagues him. With trembling hands he rubbed my face with cold water, frequently seeming to look like each time. what happens to my father.
I leave the bathroom when I see that the sadness has diminished, but it is unavoidable to see it and not let my heart break a little more.
The night approached with so much to do in the house, the hours passed too quickly, I leave there and look at the dark sky with a few bright stars, there are 5 minutes left until midnight.
I lower my head and stare at my white converse. My thoughts begin to think of him and his perfect and spectacular smile. I rule out the possibility that he is thinking of me, because at this time he must be more than snoring the breath he is breathing. It comes out of his mouth when he's asleep, it drives me crazy, I know other people think it's disgusting, but for me it's wonderful.
I look at the pink watch that hangs on my left hand, it makes a noise and in my mind I know that it is already 12 pm, I sigh.
—Happy 24th birthday Julia—I say quietly—; Make a wish and go to sleep.
I do it without thinking twice and get right in.
The cell phone starts ringing and without seeing the name I answer immediately to go to sleep.
—Happy Birthday to you, my love—Matthew's hoarse voice sounds charming
"Thank you, I love you," he replied, as I took off my clothes. "Wait, since you know it's my birthday, I didn't tell you anything."
"You never reveal your secrets," he says. "I hope to see you soon."
—Me the same, I love you.
-Rest and dream of me.
—I will do that, rest assured.
I hang up and leave my cell phone on the nightstand, I lie down on my bed, I already missed being here and feeling the warmth, I take my pillow and put it to my chest, assimilating that I am hugging Matthew.
Sleep overcomes me and my eyes begin to close completely, he smiled when he saw Matthew in it. Suddenly the cell phone rings again, I groan at the sound and stand up suddenly grabbing the cell phone.
The mornings again, but now they were Mike and Jack could distinguish their voices anywhere.
—Happy birthday, look pretty, we'll have an incredible time.
—Ok, I'll see you tomorrow, take care of yourselves, I love you.
This time I turn off my cell phone so that no one bothers me, and so that I can rest, I lie down and fall asleep in no time.
I can hear the door open, my mother and father start singing morning songs to me, I look at them tightly and with a crooked smile in gratitude, I don't know if this has happened to them, but right now I don't know what face to make, or how to express thank you.
—Happy birthday, my dear little Julia—my mother becomes sentimental, wipes her tears and hugs me.
Dad approaches carefully and without thinking twice I get up so he doesn't struggle even more - My little wife, congratulations, I'm proud of you.
—And I am proud to be your daughter—I kiss her cheek.
We walked to his room, I wanted him to rest for a moment and I obviously had things to do, I like to get ready on my birthday, even if I'm not going anywhere, but this time it was different since I will spend my birthday with Mike and Jack.
I hear the doorbell ring, I go down the stairs quickly making sure not to fall, I put my hand on the door handle, I sigh and in less than a second the door is open.
“Happy birthday Juli,” says John with open arms.
"What are you doing here, you are not welcome when I am present." I glare at him, ignoring his hug and turn around, leaving him there.
—You're not happy to see me.
"But of course not, where did you leave Matthew?" He raised one of my eyebrows.
—He stayed in Paris. You would have seen his face when I told him I was coming to London.
Annoyed without giving reasons I walk and go into the bathroom and begin to bathe wondering why he is here and not Matthew, I put some shampoo in my hair and lather it very slowly, suddenly I hear the door open suddenly.
—That your parents didn't teach you to receive guests politely? -ask.
I remain silent to his question.
"Did the mouse eat your tongue? I know you're in there," he whispers, approaching the bathroom door.
—No, and please leave—I whisper with fear.
He closes the bathroom door, and I continue with my bathing process.
I'm finishing getting ready for my perfect white dress without any pronounced neckline, it shows off my figure, enhancing my entire body, I put a red tone on my lips and I line my eyes in black, the door to my room rings and I find myself To Jack, with my hand I tell him to come in and while I finish making a high ponytail, he sits on the edge of the bed.
— Julia, does John still come to this house? - ask
Surprised by his question, I answer — Do you know him too?
—Of course as long as I remember, he's always come since you were a girl—he blurts out, with his eyebrows curved.
I sat next to him with my legs crossed, with my hands intertwined while I placed them on my chin, trying to assimilate and understand each thought, I remember why this had to happen to me. In fact, I hate every feeling I had from those commemorations.
The truth is that I had to forget that for a moment, it was my birthday and nothing in the world would ruin this perfect and sunny day.
"We're leaving, Jack," he said with a smile.
-Let's go.
It was definitely too late as it was 3 in the afternoon, we stopped at a restaurant, I had a big appetite.
"I'll leave you the cards," says the waiter.
I start to see the menu and the names of the foods that are there, spaghetti and the guts sounded even louder when I mentioned it in my mind.
"What are you going to order?" says the waiter, standing on one side of the table.
"I want spaghetti and a coke," I add, handing over the letter.
"Bring me a chicken salad and a Coca Cola," Jack concludes.
—I'll bring you the food right away.
Where Mike was, he had agreed to spend my birthday with me.
"And Mike," he commented, smiling.
—He had some business with his family, but he said he would catch up with us later.
-Very good.
I knew they were up to something, I have thrown surprise parties many times and the truth is that it is impossible for me to believe all that.
I looked away, imagining that Matthew appeared with a bouquet of roses and kissed me. How not to miss him is the only thing I need to make my birthday perfect and be happy all day.
The waiter brought the food, my gaze was still lost and the truth is that I wanted to go home better, even if John was present.
—Don't be discouraged Julia, after a while you'll see Mike too.
—It's not that Jack, I miss Harry too, only he can brighten my day.
—But tell me, you really love him.
—Of course I never met a boy like him, you see with him I can be myself, even with his bad jokes it makes my day.
—Well, if you love him, I can't tell you anything anymore, I support you and what I want is your happiness.
—Thank you so much, you and Mike are like my older brothers, even though they are younger than me by a few months.
Jack laughs and stands up without hesitation, leaving me to eat. As he advances, he observes that he picks up his phone and puts it to his ear. I curse because I don't know how to read his mouth. He shows his teeth, with that my instinct tells me that he is talking to Mike.
He comes back and I quickly hide the fact that I see my food, I play with the last thing I have left and put it in my mouth. He took my wallet and left money and we left the restaurant.
“Anxious,” Jack asks.
"For what," I answer.
—To have fun and have a great time.
-Clear
We stood for a while while Jack said what to do, whether to stay there or move somewhere, I took a deep breath so as not to despair.
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