I entered the room, utterly taken aback by the scene that unfolded before me.
Standing together, my parents faced me with a slight gap between them. Positioned behind them were the maids and our butler, Alfred (1). A sheen of sweat formed on my forehead as my surprise intensified (2) when they all exclaimed in unison, "Happy Birthday, Ray!"
A wave of joy surged through me, and I expressed my heartfelt gratitude for their warm wishes.
Father beckoned me closer, saying, "Come, join us for breakfast. Your gifts will be presented a little later."
Eagerly, I hopped towards the dining table, akin to a rabbit uncertain of its fate—would it partake in the feast or become the feast?
Breakfast was served—a spread featuring bread and rabbit stew. A rather extravagant meal, I thought to myself. In that moment, a fleeting idea crossed my mind—how wonderful it would be if I could forego vegetables every day and celebrate birthdays each day instead. Little did I know that this passing thought would soon lead to regret.
Having finished our meal, it was now time for gifts. Mother's gaze fell upon me as she presented me with my gift, saying, "Here, Ray, a fountain pen (3). I can hardly believe you're already ten years old. I can still vividly recall the day you were born."
I shyly interjected, "Not that story again."
Mother chuckled at my response, remarking, "Ara, I didn't expect you to remain so bashful. After all, you're still a child. I thought you might have begun your rebellion" (4).
Father observed the playful banter between mother and son, his smile reflecting his delight.
Respecting the moment, I maintained my silence, indicating my intent to let her continue.
Mother continued with a gleam in her eyes, "I know I've recounted this tale before, but it's the story of your birth and the inspiration behind your name. It startled us when you momentarily ceased breathing after your first cry."
She locked eyes with me, her expression radiating warmth, as she shared, "Your name, RAY, my dear, signifies the moment when the sun's rays graced your delicate form, causing us to break into a sweat. You surprised us from the very beginning, and I sincerely hope you flourish and relish every moment of your life."
A profound sense of warmth enveloped me as I returned her heartfelt smile.
Father, wearing a mischievous smirk, interjected, "Now, rise to your feet and follow me to my study. There awaits your special birthday gift." His playful grin elicited an amused shake of the head from my mother.
Blissfully unaware of his mischief, I eagerly followed him, much like a rabbit awaiting its uncertain fate.
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(Author's Note: Dear readers, if you find the story progressing at a swift pace, rest assured that important details have not been omitted thoughtlessly.
Furthermore, I have introduced four characters thus far: Ray Denmark, Sylvia (named after a dragon from TBATE), Jamie (named after the Dark Magician from The Dark Magician Returns After 6666 Years) Denmark, and Alfred.
(1) - Alfred - Just kidding, I'm Batman.
(2) - This day will forever remain etched in his memory, as it will in yours.
(3) - Memories often intertwine with gifts, leaving lasting imprints. So, keep reading.
(4) - Ara > oh my.
What are your thoughts, and how do you perceive birthdays?