The young classmate was very reliable.
He gave me a lot of good advice on how to throw a successful birthday party.
At the same time, he called York out early in the morning, giving me plenty of time.
With the help of other kids, I decorated the house with colorful lights, balloons, snacks, drinks, and board games. I also prepared thoughtful gifts and a large cake.
After all that work, I felt completely exhausted.
Just then, the sound of the door opening echoed through the house.
Silence, lights off.
York complained, "Not home? Where did you run off to?"
In the next moment, the lights came on, and everyone rushed to him shouting, "Happy Birthday!"
York stood there stunned.
The young classmate nudged him, and he saw me standing outside the crowd.
His eyes darted away, and he said irritably, "How boring!"
But his ears turned red uncontrollably.
I pushed the cake towards him: "Happy birthday, little York!"
York muttered, "You're the little kid!"
I pinched him discreetly and warned in a low voice, "I went to great lengths, don't make me hit you!"
York finally behaved.
Under the urging of his friends, he reluctantly made a wish and blew out the candles.
But I knew he was happy, because I had never seen his eyes shine so brightly.
With another shout of "Happy Birthday," someone smeared cream all over York's face.
He froze for a second, then retaliated.
Screams, laughter, cheers, and curses filled the air.
The corners of my mouth curled into a smile.
Ah, youth is wonderful!
I quietly went upstairs and placed the gift I prepared for York on his bedside table, then returned to my own room.
I was too tired and needed to sleep for a bit.
Half-asleep, my door opened.
I focused my eyes and saw it was York.
He was taken aback when he saw me, then quickly approached.
Before I could react, he pressed a tissue on my nose.
I looked at him blankly.
He looked worried: "Why are you bleeding from the nose?"
I took the tissue and saw a bright red stain.
"What are you doing?" York pressed the tissue back on my nose.
"Ouch, be gentler!"
York's eyes welled up, and he growled, "What's wrong with you? Are you getting illness?"
I freed my nose from his grip: "It's dry, what's wrong with a little nosebleed? Don't overreact!"
York didn't believe me: "Really?"
I nodded. When I removed the tissue again, the bleeding had stopped.
I pointed to my lips and said, "Look how dry it is, my lips are chapped."
I swallowed, "I've been busy all day and haven't had a chance to drink water, I'm so thirsty!"
York glared at me angrily, "How old are you? Can't you take care of yourself?"
"Okay, okay, it's your birthday today, you can't be angry, or you'll have a bad mood for the next year!"
"Tsk, superstitious nonsense."
The noise downstairs continued. "Why did you come up?" I asked.
He said, "To see what you were doing!"
As a mother, I felt gratified: "My dear son, come, Mommy will give you a hug!"
York backed away, "Disgusting!"
I laughed heartily.
York slammed the door and left, but after two seconds, he pushed the door open again.
His eyes darted around, and he said lightly, "I'm very happy!"
As his footsteps faded, I collapsed on the bed, exhausted.
I picked up my phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Dr. Thomas, I'm bleeding from the nose again!"
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"Hospitalization, forget it! But could you prescribe me some painkillers? I've been in so much pain these days, I haven't been able to sleep well."
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"Yeah, I'm not eating much, and I've been vomiting."
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"I know, I know. But, please, since it's not curable, could you just make me suffer less?"
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"How mighty you are, see you tomorrow!"
After hanging up, I opened my notes app.
[Transfer York to another school]
Task completed!
[Take York out to play]
Task completed!
[Hope York has many friends]
Wish granted!
[Organize a birthday party that makes York happy]
Task completed!
Next goal: [Cook a meal for York myself]
