Hannah's Birthday Gift

December 1st

Hannah and Walter were surprised to see Angela arrive at their house. Until now, she had always shown up just before the birthday dinner started, much like her older brother, Harvey.

They exchanged glances, wondering why she had come so early—two hours before dinner. They hadn't yet had time to change their clothes to welcome everyone.

"Angel, did someone tell you we are having dinner at seven?" Walter asked, looking at his daughter seated across from him. He glanced at his watch again to confirm it was only five in the afternoon.

Angela raised an eyebrow at her father's words, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Daddy, do you dislike seeing me come to this house? Should I leave?" She stood from her seat and considered whether to go.

Hannah panicked, looking at Angela, who stood from her seat. Glaring at her husband, she approached Angela and said, "No. Please stop, Angel… please don't go..."