I’m sorry. I had enough money only for the cake. I promise to get you a beautiful gift next month. : Promise? : Promise. Best friend replies with hand in her throat. : No, I was just kidding. You got me cake and remembered my birthday, that is more than enough for me. Thank you. : Anything for you. Good night. : Good night. Sweet dreams. In this way the day of today converted into night. The day started with tears and ends with a smile. It is around nine now. The rule of hostel is bed at nine, and all the light must be switched off. The little girl is not sleepy tonight. She lights her small torch light and picks both the Fairy books. She looks at them with both joy and regret. She keeps the gift copy near her pillow and other copy on the table along with the gift wrapping plastic. She picks it up and looks at it closely. She reads the message ‘Happy Birthday to My Dear Daughter.’ With a warm smile she puts the wrapper back and lies down on bed happily. She is about to fall asleep when she remembers something. She gets up and lights the torchlight again and picks up the gift wrapper again and looks at it carefully. The whole story becomes clear now. She must be a fool to not realize it so far. Maybe the sudden happiness made her
I’m sorry. I had enough money only for the cake. I promise to get you a beautiful gift next month. : Promise? : Promise. Best friend replies with hand in her throat. : No, I was just kidding. You got me cake and remembered my birthday, that is more than enough for me. Thank you. : Anything for you. Good night. : Good night. Sweet dreams. In this way the day of today converted into night. The day started with tears and ends with a smile. It is around nine now. The rule of hostel is bed at nine, and all the light must be switched off. The little girl is not sleepy tonight. She lights her small torch light and picks both the Fairy books. She looks at them with both joy and regret. She keeps the gift copy near her pillow and other copy on the table along with the gift wrapping plastic. She picks it up and looks at it closely. She reads the message ‘Happy Birthday to My Dear Daughter.’ With a warm smile she puts the wrapper back and lies down on bed happily. She is about to fall asleep when she remembers something. She gets up and lights the torchlight again and picks up the gift wrapper again and looks at it carefully. The whole story becomes clear now. She must be a fool to not realize it so far. Maybe the sudden happiness made her