Mia

Few minutes into the meal, John turned to me, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "When is your birthday, sister?"

I almost choked on my food at the unexpected question. Much more surprising was the look in his eyes. I wasn't used to seeing any emotion other than mischief in their eyes.

"It is the twelfth of November." Mum answered for me when it didn't seem like I was going to say anything.

"You already celebrated it. Ouch. We thought it is not so far ...