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The sweet melody of my mother's voice echoed through the house. The sound was dreamy and beautiful.
I sat still on the floor, not making a single sound to not disrupt the beautiful tune she sang.
The sound came closer and closer to the door. I paused my movements.
I frowned at the door.
On the opposite side of my room, the door quietly opens. My mother's head peeks through. She throws me a heart-warming smile.
The beautiful raven haired woman walks in to the room as I stood up, startled of her sudden entrance. In her hands was a beautifully decorated cake with lit candles perched on top.
"Happy birthday Elias," my mother says and approaches me.
I grinned at her, sitting down onto the floor as she did. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you," she sang, "happy birthday dear Elias....happy birthday to you."
I glance to her, to the cake, and met her gaze again. She nods once more before I blew out the candles, one by one. She chuckles and places the cake onto the floor.
"Come here," she demands and reaches out for me. I jump into her arms as her lips met my cheeks. I giggle as her warm and pale skin tickles against mine.
"Here's your gift," she says. I escape her grasp and take the gift from her delicate hands.
I open it fast, a gasp escaping me. "I love it!" I yell. She giggles.
I clutched a hand-made wooden train. Words were engraved in beautiful cursive letters, 'Elias Blackwell.'
I hear the click of a door as she stops laughing. She waits a few moments, staring at me. She frowns.
Her mouth gaped open into a perfect oval shape. All the blood seemed to drain from her face, a mask of panic replaces the happiness she once wore. There's another emotion there too- hidden behind it.
