(Emilia's back story)
When Emilia was around eight years old, a new family had moved into the neighbourhood. Emilia and her parents went to greet them. A beautiful lady welcomed them and a small boy stood behind her legs slightly showing his eyes.
"Miro, greet them"
The boy slowly walked infront of his mother, "Ni-nice to meet you...My name is Mi-Miro. Emilia ran towards him and touched his hands. "Hello, my name is Emilia. Let's be friends, Mimiro."
Everyone laughed looking at them. Miro started to tear up, "My...my name is Miro not Mimiro."
Emilia patted his head, " We are friends from today, Miro. Come to my house later. I have so many dolls, I want to play with you." Both of them smiled at each other and their parents were happy looking at them.
Miro used to come and play by Emilia's home and she also went his home.
"Miro, look look. The prince in this story looks just like you," she showed him the book.
"You also look like the princess", Miro smiled at her.
"Then, then we will also become big and then marry like them, ok."
"Yes, we will."
Both of them used to talk about marrying one another and their parents were happy thinking about their future.
On Emilia's ninth birthday,
"Miro, today is my birthday. Come with aunty and we will celebrate together."
Miro's mother sat down and touched her shoulder,
"My dear, sorry. We are going to visit Miro's grandparents today."
Emilia looked at Miro, he looked so sad. She stood in front of him, "Promise me, next year and coming every year, you will celebrate with me." Miro took her little finger and promised her that he would attend her birthday every year.