𝒥ℯ𝒶𝓁ℴ𝓊𝓈𝓎

⛈️𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 11⛈️

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓭

ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴍᴜᴢᴀɴ ᴘᴏᴠ

Todays my tenth birthday.. my parents aren't even here... I sat in my room in silence watching the maids run around with food and decorations. I looked outside watching the neighborhood kids play in the water and having fun.. I felt a pang of loneliness inside, knowing that I would never have what they have. I tried to put on a brave face and act happy in front of the maids, but deep down, all I wanted was my dad and mom to be here with me on my special day.I tried to focus on enjoying the small food and little decorations in the corner of the room, but it was hard to get into the spirit of things when I was reminded of what I was missing out on. Friends.. And my Mother and father.Despite my disappointment, I tried to make the best of my day. I started counting rain drops on the window and tried to enjoy my time alone. Even though I was lonely, I was grateful for the gifts and decorations that my maids had prepared for me. I knew they were trying to make the day special for me, even though my parents weren't around.

"Happy birthday to me... happy birthday to me.. happy birthday happy birthday.. happy birthday to me.." I mumbled softly, A small tear fell down my cheek, I looked at the rain constantly cascading on the window, "even the rain isn't happy.." I softly chuckled, I crawled towards the door and listened carefully to the maids conversation's,

"Another year of taking care of Muzan Kibutsuji!" One Maid yelled, then the other

"Their having a party and celebrating, while it's MY birthday and I'm stuck here counting RAINDROPS!!" I yelled, "THATS NOT FAIR!" I crawled back to my Futon and laid in it, "why should I pay for the consequences of having to be sick while they can party all they want and drink, dance to music and throw sparklers and light up fireworks.. while I stay in my room doing absolutely nothing on my own birthday?"I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I listened to the sounds of laughter and music wafting indoors from the party outside. It wasn't fair that I had to sit here in my room, feeling miserable and left out, while everyone else was having the time of their lives. I wished I could just snap my fingers and make my sickness disappear so I could join in on the fun.

I rolled over on my futon and rested my hands under my chin, staring up at the ceiling. I knew it wasn't healthy to dwell on these negative thoughts, but it was hard to push them aside.I tried to think of something positive, anything to take my mind off of the party next door. I imagined myself in a beautiful, tropical garden, surrounded by the sounds of birds and the gentle breeze blowing through the trees. It was a peaceful, calming scene, and it helped calm my racing thoughts. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, I could choose to be grateful for the things I did have, like a warm, cozy futon to relax on and a comfortable bed to rest in. It might not be the kind of celebration I had always dreamed of, but it was something, and it was better than nothing.

Until I heard a loud bang coming from outside that shoke me from my dream land. Then a crowd roared and said.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY....KAZUMI!!"

"How could they be having a birthday party about another boy? It's my birthday!! It's my birthday!! ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!" I yelled angrily, "ONE DAY A YEAR AND THEY CANT EVEN CELEBRATE IT!!" "I've been kind and generous and patient with all of the maids... but they can't treat me with respect?"

"Why should I care about them if they don't care about me?"

Tears came crashing down my cheek "WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY!" I yelled,

"All make all their lives miserable.."