Mia

Few minutes into the meal, John turned to me, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "When is your birthday, sister?"I almost choked on my food at the unexpected question. Much more surprising was the look in his eyes. I wasn't used to seeing any emotion other than mischief in their eyes."It is the twelfth of November." Mum answered for me when it didn't seem like I was going to say anything."You already celebrated it. Ouch. We thought it is not so far away." Jack groaned."Why?" That was all I could say.John smiled at me. "Is there anything wrong in brothers wanting to celebrate their sister's birthday?"I had woken up with...