"Good Morning buttercup!! I'm afraid I have to go now, it urgent business at work" i sulked, "it's always like this!! Every year I hope you'll spend the day with me and every year you have somewhere to go. It's not fair at all!!" It wasn't fair really, not to him or me, being rich is always seen as the upside of something- but it really isn't, you sacrifice family time for money; to be number one. Anyways after that- ghastly moment- my friends had come over to help me pass my time. We watched "breakfast at Tiffany's" "mean girls", played laser tag, ordered pizza, styled each other's hair, but all that still didn't make me feel truly satisfied- I had just hoped this year I could celebrate with my dad. We decided to go to the terrace for the meteor shower at night. I was blindfolded to the terrace and oh my god- it was such a cozy set up and they even lit up a cake for me. I felt 13 again and on god it was the best feeling I had that day. My dad had come up with 2 big boxes and laid them in front of me! "Dad, you're still not late, come sit with us!!" I squealed in excitement. He came up and took the seat next to me and we got lost into the twinkling stars as we patiently immersed in our surroundings.
