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She collapses in her seat, back at her desk. She stares at the laptop; she strums her fingers on table debating whether to or not, only a moment, before she lifts the laptop up again. She stares at it, thinking. She was gone for 5 minutes, how could someone delete part of a film in such a short amount of time. After staring at the screen for a further 5 minutes, but what seemed like hours, she still was none the wiser. Who the person was, what they wanted, how they did all this. She pops open the DVD slot on the laptop, her eyes focus on some writing on the disk.

"NOT YET."

She froze. The writing was the same, she could just tell, but that didn't make sense. None of it made any sense. Not yet? Not yet for what? She closed her eyes and squeezed the bridge of her nose. This was not how she had planned to spend her birthday. She wasn't going to waste any more time at the club today she decided. With that decision made, she stood up, put her coat back on, and grabbed her bag, leaving the club for the final time tonight, and walked home.

She threw her coat onto the kitchen table along with her bag, but as she watched the bag make contact with the table, and open slightly, she saw the DVD…the card, Stacey still had it. She could not face her, not again, not today. She stared at the DVD, before cautiously reaching a hand out, and picking it out.

She looked at it in her hands and walked towards the TV, and knelt down, turning it on, she opened the DVD case, but paused as she was about to take it out; writing again caught her eye…The same bold black writing.

"WHAT YOU MISSED."

Something was scribbled out above it, she couldn't make it out, but her curiosity, or stupidity, she wasn't sure anymore, got the better of her, and she put the disk into the DVD player, and stood up, walking back to the coach she sat down, put the remote in her hand, and pressed play.

She could hear laughter, but all she could see was a black screen, the same laughter continued again, her heart tightened at the sound; a child's laughter, her brow furrows, she was going to turn it off, what cruel prank was this. Then a male voice came on. One she recognized.

"Take the cap off love; it's no good filming if you can't even see it." A small chuckled escaped him.

Rustling was heard, then a bright light. The sky could be made out, then the camera moved down. She gulped. Ronnie's eyes widened as her eyes landed on a little girl. Her blond flowing locks blowing in the wind. There was no mistaking who that girl was. Her baby, but how was this possible? She was stuck in a trance like state; she could not take her eyes off the screen. The camera turned to the man who put a hand in front of his face laughing. Walking towards the person holding the camera. His voice could be heard as he sat next to the person with the camera, who was sitting on some grass, in what looked like a back garden, a swing-set could be made out behind the girl, but her eyes hadn't left her, nothing else on the screen mattered, but that little girl, and clearly to not just her.

"Okay, you ready Lizzy; she's been working on it all morning…" A lighthearted chuckle was heard as he spoke, Ronnie cringed somewhat inside. What was this? She had not even realized but her eyes were filling with tears, and were on the verge of spilling.

She watched transfixed on the little girl who swayed slightly, her hands fidgeting with the bottom of her dress.

"Okay honey I'm ready when you are." A soft female voice spoke. That of a mother to a child. Ronnie's heart wrenched.

The girl smiled and ran towards the camera, the camera following her as she skipped into the back of a house.

She then appeared again, with a cake in her hands, on a plate. Ronnie was now numb; she could not describe what she was feeling at that moment. As she watched her baby walk towards the woman and man, she started singing.

"Happy birthday to you…" The tears were flowing freely now, she knew, and she couldn't stop them didn't want to.

A small smile could be seen on the girls face as she neared the two people… Her parents. The man. Andy. Stood up and walked towards her, to her baby, Danielle. He took the cake off her and placed it on a table behind him, where his wife was now sitting. He then motioned to her for him to take the camera, so she could blow out the candles, which he had just lit.

Her laughter filled her ears, touched her heart, as she saw her face on the screen again. She began singing, more confidently now.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Mum, happy birthday to you…" She giggled as a breath from the candles blew into her face.

Her head wrested onto the tables as giggles took over her. The camera stayed on the little girl, only briefly turning to the woman, Lizzy, as she blew the candles out, who then waved the camera away saying to film Danielle, whose head had just lifted from the table, at the mention of her name, the smile still on her face.

"Hey shall we have some of your cake Danni?" Andy's cheery voice could be heard.

A proud smile appeared on a young Danielle's face, and eagerness too.

"Okay, I'll take the cake in and cut some for the three of us… but first, finish what you practiced earlier, like we agreed…" he spoke encouragingly.

The camera focused on the little girl beaming at the camera, she began to wave to it, her teeth showing as she smiled. Ronnie could make out a bottom tooth was missing. She didn't have time to take in every single feature of her daughter, as she began to speak.

"Happy birthday Mummy who held me in her tummy…" She wanted to blink, was she hearing things…

"I hope you like the cake, Daddy said he'd send you some, along with this video…"

The little girls eyes turned upwards from the camera, obviously to that of Andy. Was it possible to feel your heart rip into two, when you were watching the most beautiful thing in the world?

"Come on Danni…" The voice of Andy tore through her now. Was it him? Did he send this? Was this some cruel joke, taunting her at the years she'd missed. But Danielle, what she was saying…Her voice broke her train of thoughts.

"I hope you have a nice day, and someone is looking after you…" She watches as Danielle bows her head. Ronnie has to wipe at her eyes quickly so she wouldn't miss a second of her baby. What she said next caused her to break down completely, sobs wracking her body.

The little head lifting, a shy smile on her face as she says.

"I love you mum."

Ronnie missed her little girl wave, and blow a kiss towards the TV, tears had blurred her vision now. The screen turns to black, crackling can be heard, but not to Ronnie, all Ronnie heard were those words. Those four words, aimed at her, not her other mother like she first thought. Danielle had told her briefly, that her parents told her when she was 8 that she had 2 mummies and 2 daddy's. She hadn't gone on any further than that about it, the subject obviously a sensitive one, now she knew why. It was all Danielle, caring, putting other's first, she saw first hand now that she had always had it. Had she been born with it? Minutes pass, and the sobs turn to silence, the tears still fall, it was a habit now. She thought she'd stopped, cried all the tears that she could.

She lifts her head to the screen, she stares at the black screen a short moment before her eyes dart to the remote. She turns to the screen, her eyes fixed, as flashes appear on the screen, then light, she quickly presses play.

"I love you mum…" Her lips stretch into a smile in spite of the pain she feels, the love she feels for her little girl, she couldn't deny her daughter a smile.

Her hand comes up to her face as a new round of sobs get caught in her throat as she watches her baby blow a kiss to her. Her hand reaches out, her hand clenching, as though grabbing the kiss. She slowly brings her hand up to her mouth, palm open, she touches her fingers to her lips. She sees Danielle start to wave again; she quickly reaches for the remote and pauses it, the screen freezes on the image of a young Danielle, possibly about 9 or 10. Her face, smiling, waving to her, like a photograph, the TV captures Danielle. Ronnie sits back into the couch, pulling her legs up into her chest as she stares lovingly, longingly, sorrowfully. As the tears continue to poor, she lets the smile on her face grow as she stares at her beautiful daughter. This was the best birthday present she could ever have wished for. She could not think of who was behind it, all reasons went out the window when she saw and heard her little girl. Whoever did this, whatever reasons they had? None of them mattered to Ronnie, all she could think of, was that after 19 years, she got her birthday wish.

Whoever was taunting Ronnie, she would find out, find out their reasons for doing this. Andy too, her anger and resentment towards that man was pushed aside for the time being, as she just wanted to take delight in the moment of being with her daughter on her birthday. The only way she could. The cries over took her as she thought on sadly, this was the only way she would be with her daughter now. She would never get to hear her voice on her birthday, hear her wish her a happy birthday, say she loved her. She cried. All the pain from the past 19 years, all the wishes gone unmet, all the memories she should have shared. She let it all out, all her sorrow and love, loss for her daughter; once again, she would cry herself to sleep.

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