I went to fah and asked ,"You wanna hang out?? " He looked at me rudely that made my heart drop and said, "tah I'm busy real busy.." . I felt bad but I just noded because I didn't want to disturb him. I went home, my mom shouted, "Thawan! You good for nothing!GO AND HELP YOUR DAD WITH WORK!" I was used to hear that words, I stood up and started helping him with his documents. He was tauntinge as always. They know it's my birthday but they still behave like this. My dad's phone rang and he quickly hid the screen from me, I got suspicious but didn't push further. He quickly left his cabin and started talking to someone on call. He seemed happy. I was arranging some of his documents when an brown folder fell on floor, I picked it up and on that folder was written, "22 nov 1999" My Birthdate. I wondered what's it was, but it seemed important my dad, real important. I wanted to keep it as it is but something in me made me keep it in my bag. After some time my father dismissed me. I just stepped out of his building and I got a call, I saw the caller id and it was Than tawan, something stired in my stomach, butterflies? I picked it up and what he said made all those "butterflies" die..
