Aliyana

Today is supposed to be glorious, and magical. I'm supposed to get up and walk downstairs and everyone is supposed to scream ‘Happy Birthday Aliyana.'

Only here I am downstairs, eating breakfast, alone at my kitchen counter. I look at my phone, hoping it would ring or I would get a message, but nothing comes through.

Frustration and anger ring its ugly head as I spoon the oats cereal into my mouth. I put my phone on silent, for a few minutes. Then I go into my ...