~ FIVE YEARS LATER, PHILIPPINE.
/–Anika–/
"Shhh, keep your voice low,"
"Oh right, mom has sensitive ears," I heard loud voices, and the reflection of the sun's rays streaming through the window made me open my eyes forcedly.
I let out a soft groan as I rolled over the bed, stretching my arms above my head, before I prang up into a sitting position. My eyes fell on my little angel, who sat at the edge of the bed, grinning at me.
"Marion," I called, my voice husky from the sleep as I rubbed off the remnant of the sleep in my eyes.
"Happy Birthday, Mom," He shouted, and crawled to my side, giving me a warm embrace.
"Happy birthday, Bestie," I heard Stella's vibrant voice and glanced to see her standing beside me with a cake in her hand, wearing a bright, sincere smile on her face.
