Sunlight poured through my window, painting my room in gold. Today was my 18th birthday, and I could feel it in my bones—this year was going to be different. No drama, no heartbreak. Just me, my family, and a big celebration.
Downstairs, the house smelled amazing. Balloons and streamers covered the walls, and Mom had gone all out with flowers and decorations. Dad struggled to hide a huge stack of presents behind his back, giving me that guilty-but-excited grin.
"Happy birthday, cupcake!" Dad shouted, scooping me into a hug.
"Thanks, Daddy!" I laughed. "You guys really went all out."
Mom ruffled my hair. "Of course we did. You're officially an adult today!"
The doorbell rang, and my closest friends, Lena and Sophie, arrived first. They carried a sparkling cake with glittering candles and a few small gifts.
"Surprise!" they yelled in unison.
I laughed so hard my cheeks hurt. The living room turned into a whirlwind of music, laughter, and selfies. Dad tried to dance along, wearing a ridiculous party hat, and Mom joined in, making the whole house feel alive.
Soon, more friends arrived, each bringing gifts and excitement. The house was loud, warm, and full of happiness. We played games, told stories, and made endless memories.
At one point, Sophie tried to balance a balloon on her head while dancing, tripping over the rug, and almost knocking over the cake. I couldn't stop laughing, and even Dad doubled over with laughter. These were the moments that made me feel alive, moments that reminded me of how far I had come.
Hours passed, and the room gradually emptied as guests left. I felt exhausted but happier than I had in a long time. Sitting on the couch with a slice of cake in hand, I let out a long sigh. Eighteen. It felt different somehow—like the world was full of possibilities, and like I could finally focus on myself and my future.
Mom and Dad called me over to the living room. Their expressions were serious, yet warm, and I immediately felt a mix of curiosity and nerves.
"Ximena," Mom began gently, "we have something we want to tell you… something important."
My heart skipped a beat. "What is it?" I asked, leaning forward.
Dad exchanged a glance with her, then smiled softly. "It's nothing bad. Just… something you should know now that you're 18."
I felt a rush of excitement, my chest tightening with anticipation. Whatever it was, I had a feeling my life was about to change.
And then… they paused.
They didn't say another word.