"𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃
𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔
𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍
𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄"
{ in which an outsider searches for a place to belong and finds it in the place he least expects }
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Started: Wednesday 25th April 2...
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I awoke early on Saturday morning. The sun was rising and the sky almost perfectly blue without a cloud in sight.
I knew from this that today would be a good day, but it was even better because, as I sat up in bed and yawned, I remembered that Kate was taking me out on a mystery trip.
And then I also remembered that today was the twelfth of May. And that meant I was now officially thirty years old.
Birthdays weren't something I celebrated.
And that's why I'd forgotten up until now.
I never enjoyed them, even as a child when birthdays were supposed to be the highlight of the year.
My grandmother and brother used to make turning a year older that bit better. Every birthday, they'd take me for a walk around Battersea Park and then we'd go to one of the local cafés for a birthday lunch.
Of course, that meant ordering the biggest slice of cake possible.
The day my grandmother died- three weeks after my sixteenth birthday- meant the end of celebrations.
The end of fun.
The end of an era.
Floyd still tried to make an effort, but it wasn't the same without Grandma Mina.
I missed her terribly.
The thoughts of her filled my mind as I sighed, staring around my bedroom. I then decided it was better to dismiss those thoughts because I didn't want to feel sad and nostalgic when Kate arrived.
That wouldn't be fair on her.
So, I got up and ate a slice of toast for breakfast before getting dressed. I opted for a shirt, jumper, and jeans because the weather was supposed to be warm and dry.
Just as I was sat on the bottom step of the stairs tying the laces of my boots, a knock came at the front door.
It was Kate and she was dead on time.
She was wearing a dress that consisted of the top half being white and printed with black polka dots and the shin-length skirt being solely black. She also wore black flats on her feet and wore her hair half-up.
She looked beautiful.
Kate handed me the bouquet of huge yellow flowers she was holding in her arms with a big beam on her face. "You said you wanted more sunflowers," she uttered. "I thought I'd bring some with me."
