AMEIRA
“You look lonely, please smile at me again.”
A smile formed on Aleja’s face and patted her head. He wasn’t sure of how to respond. He hates his birthday, but he never knew this year would be a memorable one.
Aimee, Ameira’s birthday alter, always reminded her of her mom, the person who taught her to bake.
“Thank you,” Aleja said, words oozing with sincerity. After paying, he exited the shop only to see her still smiling. The girl formed finger hearts at him which made Aleja hold his chuckle.
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