Jacob felt particularly disappointed that day. His birthday, which was supposed to be a highlight, turned into an ordinary family gathering. Everyone was busy with their own conversations and congratulations, but Jacob was not up to it. He was looking for a single face in the crowd, but he never found it. The classmate he so wanted to see did not come, and this overshadowed the whole holiday. Even his mom, who was always absorbed in her business, found time to pay attention to him, but why couldn't she?

Thinking about it, Jacob went into a separate room and dialed a phone number. "Hi, you know, Auntie found something unusual," he began excitedly. "She gave me some of my grandfather's notes. And Mr. Golan, my psychologist, talked to my parents and convinced them that it would be useful for me to go to the island where my grandfather used to live. He thinks it will help me sort out my thoughts and experiences. Imagine, I'll be able to see the orphanage that my grandfather told me about. It's so intriguing, isn't it?"

Jacob paused to gather his thoughts and get to the point. "But you know, among all the news and events, I can't figure out one thing... Why aren't you at my birthday party? I've been waiting for you to come. You would be the only person I really wanted to talk to today."

His voice trembled with slight disappointment, but there was also hope in it. Jacob didn't know if she would answer his question, but it was important for him to express his feelings. Memories of his grandfather flashed through his mind, stories of strangeness and miracles, and he felt that something incredible was looming on the horizon. But at this moment, in the midst of all these thoughts, he only wanted her to be there.