Today is your birthday.

William was alone in your room, the penthouse gave him a view of the entire city. On the long black table were your favorite dishes, wine and roses were also beautifully decorated. In the middle of the table was your cake,this year you would be 20 years old.

If you were still alive.

William sat quietly on one side of the table, he stared blankly into space, in his hand was a photo of you and him at the beach. In the photo you smiled brightly, like a little sun beside him. William whispered to himself:

"Our little girl is now 20 years old. Remember when you always said that when I get old, i will definitely be very ugly, and you will be extremely beautiful..."

William smile slightly, his fingers caressing your face in the photo:

"But my little girl can't grow up anymore..."