His Sun

Chapter 1

"Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to Anna and Toby,
Happy birthday to you!" I start to sing as I walk down the hall, towards my siblings' room.

Taking a moment, I stand in the door, just watching them slowly wake up as they realise what day it is.

A smile stretches my lips as I reach their current positions in their beds. Anna is just waking up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, whilst Toby is still sound asleep, snoring like a little piggy.

Quickly, I look over at Anna, reach into my pocket, pull out a party horn and blow as hard as I can.

Toby stirs for about a second then sits up, rubbing his face. Moving his hands away from his face, he glares at me.

"Why?" He asks, glaring at me.

I shrug, the smile still on my face. "C'mon, get dressed. I have a surprise for both of you!"

I walk back into the kitchen and stare at the mound of presents situated in two piles around the living place.

One heap for Anna, the other for Toby.

Today they turn seven, and I've done all I can to make it special.

Sometimes I wonder how it came to this. How I became the main support of this family that is mainly me and my siblings.

Every time I ask myself that, it always boils down to one thing; my dad's death, four years ago, when I was fourteen, Toby and Anna were only three.

After that, my life changed, drastically. I had to go out and get a job, but at fourteen, nobody wanted to hire me. Thankfully, this lovely woman saw me wondering the streets and offered me a job in her bakery. The job consisted of making cakes, bread, and other tasty treats.

As a desperate child, wildly searching for a job to support my family, I accepted and thank God I did. It led me to my best friend: Charlie.

If you took a glance at him you wouldn't think it, but he's the one who decorates all the cakes in the front window. I've always tried but apparently I'm "too heavy handed." That is according to Charlie, anyway.

With muscles as big as my head, you would think he would crush the cake, but he never does. I guess it runs in the family. He's a gentle guy, just like his father was.

Feet running towards me brings me out of my thoughts, into the present.

Anna stands in front of me, wearing the baby-blue dress that was once mine. She's the eldest out of her and Toby, and definately the most responsible. With dark hair, blue eyes that have specks of yellow, and scattered freckles she is the spitting image of my mother.

Then Toby turns up, standing next to her, wearing a maroon top and black jeans - it's a non-uniform day at their school. Although he's the youngest, he can definately pass off as the eldest and has those charming looks about him that just scream he's going to break a couple of hearts. Every time I look at him, I'm reminded of my father - the man who cared for us with his life. Having dark-blonde hair, fascinating green eyes and a cheeky grin, he is the living version of my father.

Smiling at the two in front of me, I walk to the fridge and produce a Tangled cake and a Transformers cake.

Placing them on the table, I let them observe them, but not touch. After telling them numerous times that they cannot, under any circumstances, have cake for breakfast, I give in and let them each have a tiny piece then feed them toast.