AARON
My birthday has never been celebrated this way before and yet the smile never left my lips all day. My usual birthday back when I was younger would be a memory of father making dinner for my brother and I, and the three of us would have a quiet evening. It has been like that since my mom passed away. But as I got older, my brother's hectic schedule meant that our birthday dinners might fall a few days before or after my actual birthday. As a result, I would invite my friends and a few wealthy individuals I don't really know to a private party I would host for myself.
This year was different because my birthday started being taken care of— right when the clock struck at midnight. Zia asked me to stay in her small apartment and made a bed out of a couch. I wasn't expecting her to do
