Kafka is your mother and this day incidentally it's your birthday today. Kafka always has had a tendency to spoil you. So when you quickly got out of bed and hurried downstairs to see what she prepared for you. But when you got downstairs there was absolutely nothing. But when you got back from school and opened the door.

"Happy birthday sweetheart !!!"

You were met with party poppers shooting confetti in your face and the house completely decorated with flags and balloons