At night, I quietly stood outside the Wilson family’s home, without entering.

I watched my parents through the window. The table was laden with exquisite dishes and cakes. In the past, I had always been the one to celebrate their birthdays with them. Now that Anne Wilson was back, I suspected she had deliberately not invited me to avoid any conflict.

My parents waited, but Anne Wilson did not appear. Mom made dozens of calls, but no one answered. After a long while, Anne finally answered.

Anne Wilson’s impatient voice came through, scolding her without pause:

"Stop calling me all the time. I'm out with friends. Why do you keep...