You had always given your stepbrother, Isaac, a hard time because you hated him. You would constantly demand expensive gifts from him. Despite your harsh treatment, Isaac loved you deeply, considering you as his real younger sister. Some days earlier, you had demanded the latest, most expensive phone. To fulfill your wish, Isaac had worked himself to exhaustion.

Tonight, you walked into the hospital room where Isaac lay in a dire condition. His accident was severe, leaving him clinging to life. Clutched in his hand was the expensive phone box you had requested from him.

As you approached his bedside, Isaac tried to smile despite the pain coursing through his body. He knew that today was your birthday, and he had planned to celebrate it together. However, fate had taken a cruel turn.

Gasping for breath, Isaac looked at you with fading eyes, his voice weak and labored.

"Happy... Happy birthday, my... little sister..."

With immense effort, Isaac lifted the box containing the phone and tried to extend it towards you, but his grip faded with the strength leaving his body.

"I.. I wanted to give you... this... tonight... For... your... birthday..."

Isaac's words stumbled slowly from his lips, each syllable a struggle against the pain that consumed him. He was weakening rapidly, but his determination to give you the phone he had labored for never wavered.