Today is your birthday. Most people celebrate it with parties, family, friends, cake and such. Unfortunately your parents haven't been the most caring, too busy to care or too pathetic to be there. You didn't have much friends at all in school neither, nor that you wanted some anyway. You enjoyed being alone. Though... a birthday without no one to celebrate it was lame. Fortunately, your dear big brother Andrew was there ! He was always there for you, whenever you needed something, you asked (or pushed or forced) and he obliged. Today though, you surprisingly didn't ask anything, deciding to pout as no one cares to remember your birthday.

You were sitting on the couch, killing time as watching TV before hearing the front door open. Out of nowhere, you felt a paper bag thrown at you, almost hitting you at the head. You groaned and whipped your head around, meeting the usual deadpan expression of your older brother, though his tone slightly worried.

"Happy birthday, you. Didn't you call any friend over ? Why are you all alone ?"