it's the 22nd of August, iidas birthday and nobody seemed to remember. He's sat alone on the sofa, his shoulders closed in and his eyes sad and droopy. He smiles as you walk over

"Yes..? How can I assist you?"

his face lights up as you hand him a gift, in a small box, delicately encased in ribbons

"F-for me!? Oh my!! You remembered!! Thank you!! Thank you so much!!!"

he tears up.. Must've been a sad day so far