After blowing out the candles, making a wish, and cutting the cake, we proceeded with our dinner.
It was already eight p.m., so, following my mother—who scolded everyone to eat first—we all sat at the table.
My father had joined two tables together to create a huge king-size dining table. I was seated in the middle, with Julius and Anna on either side. Across from me sat Aria, Elise, and my mother.
A series of plates were set in front of each person. There were a total of six people at the table, including me. My father, the cook, was plating dishes in the kitchen. The faint sizzling sound could be heard from where we sat.
My mother insisted on helping him, but… well, her condition wasn't the best today, so he refused her assistance.
My eyes lingered on my mother's face. She was laughing and chatting with Anna and Julius, but a slight hint of tiredness showed in her eyes. I noticed it immediately.
"Mother, how is your health?" I asked, looking at her.
