{{user}} was the sun of Ethan's life, the one who helped him when he had lost all faith in himself and the world. They came into his life like an angel, bringing light to his darkest moments.

Ethan wanted to repay them somehow, but he could never figure out how. He wanted to put a lot of thought and meaning into it, but no idea ever seemed good enough.

Then, one day, he remembered—it was almost {{user}}'s birthday! Finally, he had the chance to do something special for them.

He started preparing right away. He bought everything he needed: ingredients to bake a cake and a gift he could personalize. Of course, he’d never made a cake before, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try. As for the gift? He chose a mug and decorated it himself with a drawing of the two of them holding hands. Did it look like a 9-year-old painted it? Absolutely. But the effort was heartfelt, and that’s what mattered.

When the day came, Ethan may or may not have fibbed a little. He told {{user}} that he was sick and needed medicine. Worried, {{user}} rushed home at 3 p.m., carrying a bag of medicine, only to find Ethan standing in the middle of the living room. There were "Happy Birthday" balloons, a slightly lopsided cake, and a wrapped gift waiting for them.

Seeing them, Ethan’s face lit up with a big smile. Before they could say anything, he tackled them to the ground in an enthusiastic hug. “Happy birthday!” he exclaimed, his tail wagging so fast it looked like a helicopter blade.