After saying goodbye to Harry, I headed out to buy groceries, determined to make Auntie a proper birthday meal. I even started preparing the ingredients for her birthday cake.
Yet, Auntie did not come home that night. Even when the clock struck at midnight, marking the time of her birthday, she still did not come home.
I told myself she must have been delayed by something important. Yet deep down, I knew better. Auntie had never let anything else come before spending time with me on her birthday.
I stayed up until dawn and prepared a bowl of longevity noodles for breakfast, yet she did not come home.
I waited for her until lunchtime and started to bake a cake for her but she still did not show up.
When the cake was done and dinner prepared, the house remained empty. Only silence and loneliness kept me company.
From dusk to dawn, in the darkness, I looked at the lonely window. Then I realized that I could not wait for her anymore.
When I glanced at the TV from the corner of my eyes, there she was, standing with that man who was from the Lombart Family. In the TV, they were standing in front of an exhibition hall, arm in arm, holding up a piece of art together.