Chapter 11 (Rinoa's pov)

I woke up early to find that I was in my own room again. I must have fallen asleep before dad came to take me home. I got out of bed to find that I was still fully clothed from last night.

The door of my room opened and my dad came in with a tray of food.

"Oh your up I was going to give you breakfast in bed as a special birthday treat."

My legs started to ache, so I had to sit back down on my bed, I could walk on them now but not for to long and I had to have crutches sometimes to help me if they got bad.

"I'm not hungry"

It's my birthday today, I should be happy like other kids from school and run to my presents as soon as I got up, but I just didn't feel like it.

I looked at my dad to find that he looked a bit upset.

"I know it must be hard for you but you have to try to be happy it'll mean a lot to me. All your family and friends are going to be here today and it's going to be hard for them to."

Maybe he's right. I stood up again and took a few steps forward.

"Daddy"

"Yes"

"There's only one problem"

"What?"

"I can't walk"

He gave out a little laugh and put my breakfast on the floor, and then he walked up to me to take me downstairs.

He took me into the dinning room and put me down on the sofa.

The rest of the morning we spent time getting food ready for the guests.

The first person to arrive was Mary-Ann. She came in upset and my dad was comforting her.

She and my mom were best friends and they've known each other since high school. She has quite long brown hair and hazel eyes. She has a daughter who's the same age as me. She's called Jasmine and she has wavy black hair.

The rest of the day the rest of my family turned up.

My dad came in with a birthday cake, which had five candles on. My grandma told me to make a wish. I looked at the candle to make a wish.

All I'd ever wished for before on any other birthday was to have both my parents here on my birthday and now it would never happen.

Everyone was still looking at me; I could see everyone was upset. Why were they all pretending to be happy around me? Whenever they smiled I could see it was fake. I stood up and ran out of my room ignoring the pain from my legs.

I ran to my bed and buried my face in the pillow.

I can't stand it anymore; all I want is my mom back. I started to cry then my dad came in my room.

"Go away", I said through my tears.

"Rinoa there all waiting for you downstairs"

"I don't care I just want to be left alone"

My dad took one last glance at me then left the room.

I lay on my bed as the warm tears fell down my face. I held the necklace what I was still wearing from hen my mom gave it to me.

Just then someone else came in my room and it wasn't my dad, it was Mary-Ann.

She sat down on my bed next to me and stroked my hair as I lay there crying. When I settled down a bit she gave me a little smile and pushed my head behind my ear.

"It hurts doesn't it?" she gently said still looking at me and stroking my face. I didn't say anything but just nodded my head. She was probably upset about it to, as they were best friends.

"Are you okay now?"

"Kind of"

She gave another smile and looked at the necklace around my neck.

"I see she gave you her necklace"

I looked down at the necklace in my hand then sat up.

"Is daddy mad at me?"

"No, he know it must be hard for you but it's hard for everyone else to."

"I know but I want her back"

"We all want her back but you can't change the past. What's done is done."

I nodded my head and she put her hand on my shoulder.

"Your dad's finding it difficult at the moment but if you need anyone you know I'll be there for you"

"Thanks Mary-Ann"

"It's okay. Now would you like to go downstairs and enjoy the rest of your birthday?"

I nodded my head and we both went back to my party.

Everyone was a bit weary at first but I tried to have fun, and I did make a wish in the end, I wished for a bike.

About an hour later it was just a normal five-year-old party with screaming kids running around all over the place. There was just one thing in the back of everyone's minds…mom.

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