Alina stood in the middle of the crowd, her eyes reflecting the flickering lights as she accepted gifts and well-wishes, yet her thoughts drifted elsewhere.
She sighed softly, trying to shake the feeling, but the absence of her father weighed heavily on her heart.
Lizzy, noticing the change in Alina's expression, nudged her gently. "What's wrong, Alina? Today is your day, so why are you making that long face?" Lizzy asked, concerned.
Alina managed a small smile. "It's just that I miss my dad," she confessed. "I wish he was here. You know, ever since I fully recovered my memory, I haven't seen him."