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A light tapping on my door dissolves the image. I wipe my eyes before resting myself on my elbows and call out, “Come in.”
The door creaks as Alice slips inside my room. “Morning, birthday girl,” she sings. “I heard you talking on the phone so I knew you were awake.”
A slight curl dances on my lips before dispersing. “Thank you.”
She ambles over to my bed with an envelope and gift wrapped in baby-pink paper nestled in her hands.
“Alice,” I whine, “you know how I feel about birthdays.”
She tightens the belt on her pink robe before sitting on the edge of my bed, curling one leg on the bed before resting the gift and envelope beside her. “I know, but this time it's different. You're here with me, not with them.”
I graze my hand down my face before sitting up. “Fine, you win.”
Her face lights up as the wide smile emerges. “Don't worry, I didn't spend a lot on the gift,” she says as she hands the package over.
Once my fingertips gasp the gift, she retracts her hands to cover her cheeks.
With delicate movements, I begin to open the package.
“Oh, just rip it open,” Alice cries with excitement.
A giggle escapes my lips before I obey her command. Beneath the pink paper, resides a silver, heart shaped photo frame. Inside is a picture of Alice and I standing with our arms around each other's shoulders. A slight curve dances across my lips as I gently caress the picture with my index finger. “This was the first day I arrived.”
“Yes, you changed my life that day as much as I

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