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Four years!!!
Freaking — four — years.
It’s been four whole years since he came into my life. And since then, everything changed. He brought light into my once dark and dull world. He made me laugh again. Feel again. Breathe again. If I’m the Sunshine of my family, then he’s the Sunshine of my life.
I never believed in love at first sight. But that changed the moment I saw him for the first time — in the hospital. He came into my life when I least expected it. He accepted me when I was struggling to accept myself. He’s everything I ever needed.
My lifeline. My Janna. My baby boy.
And today… it’s his birthday. Honestly, I think I’m more excited than he is.
“Hey, Kshitij. Get up!” I said softly, patting his cheek. He swatted my hand away and turned to the other side, pulling the blanket over himself like a cocoon.
“Aree!! Hey, get up! Don’t you want to go with Batman?? Janna, get up!” I tried again, nudging him playfully. He frowned in his sleep, burying himself deeper into the duvet.
A soft chuckle came from beside me. I turned and sighed at the sight of Sarika grinning. She had stayed the night in my room. I was hesitant at first, but her presence helped—I hadn’t gotten any nightmares, for a change.
“It’s tiring sometimes,” I chuckled, as I pulled the duvet off him. He whined, eyes still shut.
“Kshitij, get up! Or else, I’m going without taking you!” I warned, pretending to be serious.
That did the trick.
He sprang up on the bed, eyes still half-closed, hair a mess, face adorably squished with sleep. Sarika burst into laughter at his expression, which only made him more irritated.
“Not go!!” he mumbled and crawled up to me, clinging to my side. “Okay, now get up. Everyone is waiting for you. You're late,” I said gently.
He pouted, then sighed.
“Happy Birthday, my boy.” That made him beam. His sulky face instantly brightened, and all his whining disappeared.
“Happy Birthday, baby boy,” Sarika said, ruffling his hair.
He groaned and swatted her hand. “I not baby. I four now,” he declared proudly, showing four fingers with all the seriousness in the world.
