Myocardium

Part 28

In the morning, I return to my luckily sound asleep siblings. I probably couldn't go another second without sleeping, and since both of them know it's my birthday, there is no chance I can keep them off my ass for the rest of the day, so I'll work with the time I have left. 

Fortunately, I get to feel their excitement only at around 11:00 a.m., when both of them are too excited to leave me napping any longer. So today, I'm woken up by two energetic kids, jumping around on my bed and singing "Happy Birthday". 

Although I usually don't like loud things in the morning and I'm in a fairly bad mood today, they don't cease to make me smile first thing when I wake up, so they shall be forgiven. Eventually, they both throw themselves on top of me and hug me until I almost suffocate on their unconditional love and appreciation.

"You two are literally the sweetest. Aww, I love you so much," I laugh happily and kiss both of them on the head, despite knowing Sasha is slowly reaching a phase where he doesn't appreciate this type of affection anymore.
"But we should get ourselves some food, don't you think?", I add, and both immediately jump up in excitement.

"So, how about I quickly wash up and we make some breakfast then, huh?", I ask, Sasha and Daisy exchange a surprised, mischievous look.
"Wait," the younger squeaks and resumes while pulling her brother out of the room with her, "Presents."

Presents, huh? While I always appreciate self-made stuff from my siblings, I don't want them to think they need to put in extra work just for my birthday, their company is already the best gift I could ever receive. Nothing can ever beat that. Nothing.

When Daisy and Sasha have been gone for a while, giggling about in Daisy's room, I decide to investigate. However, they don't let me get that far, and as I walk into the living room, they are sitting on the sofa and placing a few items on the coffee-table, grinning at me proudly.
Right away, I spot an adorable painting, as well as three imperfectly perfectly wrapped gifts.
"Come here," Sasha calls me over to them with a flourish.

Of course, I do as he demands and, with a big smile on my face, sit down between them, where they've made some space for me. It is safe to say that they are a lot more excited than I am about my own birthday. However, my lack of excitement is made up for by the appreciation I feel towards my sibs. 

"Open! Open!", Daisy begins chanting sweetly and looks at me with a shine in her eyes that could melt icebergs. One by one, I pick up the items and carefully inspect them. I can tell which ones are made by which one of my siblings through the difference in precision. Either way, I value and love every single one of them.

"Aww, you bet this is going on the fridge. Thank you so much," I chuckle and place the drawing on my lap, grabbing one of the three wrapped items. It's a self-made snow-globe. As it's the only sensible thing to do, I shake it and watch the tiny white and silver star glitters and sprinkles float through the liquid wildly. What the hell, these are such nice and generous gifts, I could cry right now.

"Which one's next?", I ask energetically and immediately, my two siblings point at a square-shaped package. I's a piece of wood-craft decoration, which will sure as hell find a place in my room.
"You are literally the sweetest, c'mere". I pull my siblings into a big hug and rest there for a while. They really are the best siblings I could have wished for.

Eventually, they're unable to handle the tension any longer and demand me to open the wrapper of the last present. It is seemingly something they are both super proud of, judging by the looks on their little faces. The package is flat and rectangular, a bit smaller than a book.

 When I pull the wrapping paper off one of the edges, I become sceptical. It looks so...new. Upon ripping the colorful paper off the gift completely, this thought gets confirmed and I'm left with an open mouth and completely shocked.