She never had any particular obsession with birthdays, nor did she really care about them.
Yet, she hadn't expected to spend her first birthday abroad so soon after arriving.
Thinking about it, it was actually quite nice.
In a foreign land, everything was new, everything brimmed with hope.
Those unbearable memories pierced deeply into her heart like needles; they wouldn't hurt as long as they weren't pulled out.
"On your birthday, I'll make you a birthday cake myself," the landlady said with a smile.
Jasmine was pleasantly surprised, "Thank you, Aunt Camden."
"Thanks for what? You'll be helping me take care of the bakery a lot in the future."
"It's what I should do," Jasmine said, feeling somewhat undeserving.
Aunt Camden was really good to her, making her feel not frightened or anxious in a foreign land, but instead adding a sense of home.
