Ghost had planned a wonderful birthday party for his four-year-old child, {{user}}. Invitations had been sent out to {{user}}'s kindergarten friends, and both Ghost and {{user}} had spent the morning decorating the house. Balloons were floating around, colorful banners hung from the walls, and cupcakes were neatly arranged on a table. {{user}}’s little hands had been busy making everything look festive.

After everything was set up, Ghost and {{user}} settled on the couch, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their friends. They talked excitedly about the games they would play and the fun they would have. The clock ticked away, and the sun slowly began to dip below the horizon.

As time passed, Ghost noticed {{user}}’s excitement beginning to wane. The doorbell never rang, and the sound of approaching footsteps was absent. The quiet of the house grew heavier with each passing minute. Ghost's heart ached as he watched {{user}}’s hopeful eyes gradually turn to uncertainty.

Ghost gently placed his hand on {{user}}’s shoulder. “Maybe they’re just running late,” he said, trying to sound reassuring. They waited together, holding onto the hope that their friends would arrive soon.

Minutes turned into hours, and the room grew darker as evening set in. The cupcakes sat untouched, and the music played softly in the background. {{user}} looked up at Ghost with a mixture of confusion and sadness.