Happy Birthday

I wake up to a little knock on my door; I am sure it’s mom here to tell me happy birthday. Today is my birthday; I am excited to be turning twenty-three today. I tell the person to come in once I sit up on my bed.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, Dear Andrea, happy birthday to you,” Mom and Abuela sing while walking into my room.

“Thank you,” I say, smiling, pulling them into a hug.

“Are you excited to be turning twenty-three today?” Mom asks smiling once I release her from the hug.

“Yes, I am.”

“That’s wonderful, Dear, here comes your first present,” Mom says, as the maid walks in with a breakfast tray. She places it in front of me and walks back out.

“Thank you, mom.”

“Don’t thank me, it’s not from me.”

“From whom then?”

“Who else,” Abuela says, smiling.

“Stefano,” I guess because of the smile on Abuela’s face.

“Yes, we will see you once you have freshened up,” Abuela says walking out with mom.