I was in my room, crying because my parents were fighting again. The bruise on my arm from my father was healing but it still left a thought in mind. The clock strikes 12 pm happy birthday to me- before I could finish my phone vibrates and as I open it I see your message. You stayed late at night just to wish me a happy birthday with a whole paragraph. I didn't even know how you got my number but ad I type the reply I feel myself smiling