Kirsten Cohen woke up knowing the date, not because she had made plans with her beloved husband or her boys but because this is how she had woken up feeling every morning on the 2nd of September for the last 14 years.

Her mind wracked with wonders, questions and anger as she walked down to the kitchen as normal as she would every morning-or so she tried to make it seem. Sandy was still in the shower after his surf; he was late back today and she was already dressed for work when he came home. Her boys though, were in the kitchen, as gloomy as they are every morning before starting a fresh year at school. Kirsten stopped before walking in and watched the boys playfully throw corn flakes and coca puffs at each other. She smiled and hugged herself tightly.

Why was she worried about today? Her boys were starting they're final year of high school and she could not be more proud. Everything they have had to deal with over the last two years-especially this summer- has proved to Kirsten that both Ryan and Seth have grown up a lot. Both of them dealt with her 'little problem that goes unnamed' extremely well. Kirsten never wanted them to have to grow up so fast but seeing them play now- and Seth still keeping Captain Oats by his bedside every night- showed her that they were equally youthful as they were mature.

Seth didn't need to be reminded of what today was and as soon as he saw him mum enter the kitchen he embraced her into a warm hug; just like every morning of September 2nd. Kirsten smiled and hugged him back tightly. Ryan remained silent, confused about what was going on but did not want to interrupt or perceive to be rude.

Once out of the hug Seth asked his mother if she was alright. Although she wasn't truthfully totally ok, she gave him the reassuring 'mum smile' and carried on the morning as usual. "Morning Ryan" Kirsten said as she reached into the cupboard to get herself a mug for some coffee. She sounded typically cheerful and Kirsten-esque.

Sandy entered, now fully dressed and washed up; he seemed no less happy than normal. "Morning all" he grinned. He then walked over to his wife, wrapped his arm around her waist and lightly kissing her cheek from behind her as she poured herself some coffee. "You ok baby?" He whispered gently in her ear.

Kirsten nodded and smiled, feeling his comfort there. "Fresh coffee?" she offered.

Sandy stepped back and headed for the kitchen exit. "Can't; I got an early client and I'm about to be late."

"Pick me up at 130 for lunch" Kirsten reminded him.

Sandy turned "I surely will." He then froze, thinking. Ryan swallowed after putting a large mouthful of cereal in his mouth. "See ya later Sandy", he mumbled.

"Why? Where are you going?" Sandy said to Ryan, trying to fool him.

Ryan frowned confused "I thought you were leaving" He said crunching.

"I'm not leaving" Sandy smirked and smiled. Seth walked past Sandy around Kitchen Island patting his shoulder. "3 letter word for best stand up comedian; dad" Seth said sarcastically as he put his cereal bowl in the sink.

"I'm hungry" Sandy declared "We got any bread?"

"In the bread bin hunny. Where it always is" Kirsten said merrily. Sandy took a slice of bread out the bag.

"This bread is dry" Sandy complained but ignored that fact and started to butter it. "Can we please get some fresh bread in this house?"

"It-is-fresh" said Kirsten.

"It doesn't feel fresh" Sandy moaned under his breath.

"Well it would be fresh if somebody put the bread back into the bag properly when he's done with it." Seth pointed out, hinting at Sandy.

"Me!" Sandy said in a funny voice, acting shocked. "Me!"

"Like when you made a sandwich yesterday and just shoved the 12 pieces back in." Ryan suggested.

"Thank you." Kirsten commented.

Sandy mocked everyone as he folded his slice of bread and butter and headed out to the door. "See you at 130" kissing Kirsten's cheek. "And maybe at lunch I'll get some fresh bread!" he yelled down the hall.

Until after Kirsten left the room, Ryan didn't act differently or acknowledge the moment that happened between her and Seth previously.

"What was that hug this morning?" He asked Seth.

"I do it every September 2nd. Kind of a jubilee thing."

"What's the occasion?"

Seth looked at Ryan, aware of his mouth for once. He sighed. "Well you're bound to find out soon anyway might as well hear it from the Holiday Chair and official spokesperson for the Cohen family." Ryan expressed Seth with a 'get to the point' look. Seth seemed to get that a lot.

"Alright…When I was three my mum got pregnant" Ryan frowned, taken aback, "Everything was fine; pregnancy good, healthy then, 2nd September my mum started having contractions …"

"What happened?" Ryan asked concerned swallowing his last mouthful of corn flakes. "Was the baby premature?"

"No punctual actually which I guess wasn't inherited from me." Seth sighed. Ryan paused, giving Seth a moment before asking again. "What happened?"

"My little sister was born still."

Ryan was shaken. He couldn't imagine that happening to the Cohens. They were so caring and careful; it must have been something natural that happened to cause such a horrible event. Hearing this he felt an urge to hug Kirsten. What she must have gone through, felt? Probably the harshest years of her life. No wonder Seth hugged her every morning.

"Poor Kirsten. Giving birth to her dead baby" Was all Ryan could say.

"No her heart just stopped beating when she came out. Fine along the way apparently." Ryan frowned. "That's unusual."

"My mum never even held her" Seth said, remembering flashes of this time. "She couldn't; it would've been too painful for her. My dad as well."

Seth flashed back. He remembered that day. His mummy and daddy left him with his Grandma and Granddad Nichol, very excited. He was happy to be getting a little baby sister to play with. He was jumping about all day. Then he remembered after getting a phone call, Caleb coming over to him, sitting him down and telling him there was a complication with his little baby sister.

Images between were a blur but what came to his mind next was being in the hospital. Outside his mother's room he let go of his grandmother's hand as she talked with the doctors. He walked into Kirsten's room; she was alone, he didn't know where his daddy was. He saw his mummy lying on her back, but she faced away from the door, crying, and her face red and cold from all the tears. She hadn't heard her little one come in or the door shut behind him. Seth looked at his mummy. Without saying a word he went over beside the bed and pulled himself up in a jump. Kirsten's eyes were closed as she cried and she remained to keep them closed, hoping she could hold back some of her tears in front of her little baby.

Young Seth lay down beside her and stretched his tiny arms across her body, above where her belly was. "It's going to be ok mummy" He said in his small voice to her, not even entirely sure what was going on. All he knew was that his mummy needed him. Kirsten was comforted by her boy's embrace but still needed to cry; she needed to be sad.

Back in the present Ryan snapped Seth out of his dream; "C'mon bro, lets get to school. Finish this day before it gets started."

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Meanwhile in Edinburgh, Scotland, Georgia McRoberts opened the door to her house after finishing a great day at school and yelling up to her mum that she was home. Georgia, on any normal day, could hardly find school fun or amusing in any way but today the tables turned because it was Georgia's 14th birthday and everyone knew it.

She was not the most popular girl in school; friendly, people liked her-thought she was a great laugh but she wasn't too popular. It's hard for anyone to be too popular when you're at an all girl's school. For starters there's no one to compete with for the fittest guy or football player. Also, with no guys to break the ice, you can become kind of bitchy about people. And people always find out; so even if you were popular it could be for all the wrong reasons.

Anyway Georgia had had a great birthday and she couldn't wait to tell her mum all about it.

"How was your day?" Georgia's mum, Helen, asked as she came down the stairs into the kitchen. She sees Georgia putting bags of presents onto the table. "SO people remembered you're birthday then." She smirked.

"This bag" Georgia said holding up a cute pink bag "Is from teachers."

"Teachers giving pupils gifts now; time has changed."

"Well that's because they are young; they're nice. They're my favourite teachers."

"Well at least you've had a good day. Grandma and granddad will be here in a while" Helen said, pouring herself some coffee.

"Cool" said Georgia mid-thought. As well a great day, she had a weird biology class. "Mum...was I adopted?"

Helen laughed. "What! Honey no. that's ridiculous! Why would you think that?"

"Remember we were studying DNA and family genetics in Bio, well…if your blood related to someone you're meant to have at least 5 alleles in common. But we only have 3."

Helen smiled. "Well your teacher must have messed it up because I definatly gave birth to you. 17 hours of labour is something you do not forget." Mother and daughter exchange smiles. "Come on show me what you got." Helen frowned. Worried.