Birthday

Zyxhiaxy

The day passed like a breeze, and tomorrow is my birthday. Styx insisted that we should have a date before my birthday. I didn't refuse because I wanted it too.

I just sat in front of the vanity mirror and looked at myself. I smile faintly at myself as I try to familiarise myself with my face. I realised that I didn't know myself now. A lot has changed; I'm no longer the old Zyxhiaxy they knew.

For years, I refused to look in the mirror because every time I stared at my face, I would just remember those people who once adored my face. Mama used to say that she was ashamed of me. She said she can't bear to be with me every time we go out because people often know right away that I'm his daughter. Mama and I have a lot in common, so I'm not surprised.

Styx used to rain kisses there every time before going to sleep, waking up, and until dinner. He never forgets to kiss my face, especially every time he goes to work.

I closed my eyes as I felt a tear fall from my eyes. I thought