Chapter 2
Monday, 19, 2009
Aishoku's 13th birthday
Aishoku is still not feeling well. Waiting for answers is not helping either. Happy birthday brother. No gifts, no parents, and is very weak and ill. I wonder if I can ease
this painful emptiness, that he is probably feeling. "Sister, sorry," turning right around looking down at the tiny fragile angel, rest his head on a crocked pillow. His
beautiful eyes staring up with dedicated apology. Why would he be apologizing for.
"What are you sorry for?", looking back at that sweet face curl up in a smile. I knew then he was probably teasing me.
"Why? Because is the 'best' birthday party. Sick in bed as a full time patient. Really good times." I knew it!
"Watch it, or for a bonus you will stay in your room for the week with a plate of food sliding through the door."
"Is that even possible? I mean the only space in the door is the little crack under the door." turning around I got up and he proved his point. Underneath the red oak
door there was a crack not even an inch in width and height. "Trying to be a smart alick," the door swung open and I turned to him smiling sweetly. "Happy
Birthday, my sweet brother."