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𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚘... 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝...𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎?

I roll my eyes and look at the note with a puzzle look. My father never was a serious guy...so why? I mean I never met him. But I know he could not that serious. His gifts that he would send for me each birthday would be funny, wacky and just plain weird but... his note didn't fit him. At all...

I fix my glasses on top of nose before slipping his note into my back pocket, to place it in my memento box later. I look at the gift that was place on my desk. The shape was a cube with colorful wrapping with abstract art of shapes and lines. While it being colorful itself what made it peculiar is the big black button on it. It wasn't red or yellow or blue...it was black and look so solemn against the bright colors.

I make my way closer to it. It couldn't be bad...right? He is my dad after all. His gifts were never bad and always made me (more or less) laugh. So why do I suddenly feel like...I should chuck it in the garbage?

That feeling went away as soon as I got to it though. The colors seem to become...brighter? I quirk my eyebrows in confusion before tucking my bangs behind my ear before being a hand out...

My father's note echo in my mind...especially the last part.

"...before opening you gift...are you sure?"

Am I sure?

She didn't give herself no time to think as she press her finger into the button and pushing it down.

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Hinny birthday is today. Turning into the big 2-0! She won't get a party or cake with her favorite ice-cream. She seems to be too "old" for those type of parties.

But her father never thought s