"come in." Delilah entered
"hey, what are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm just looking at some old photo's" i replied.
"Oh, look at this one" i gestured her over to look at it. It was a photo of me sitting on her bed with a birthday present when we were 7.
"Remember how you always had to be the first one to wish me a happy birthday every-year," she said smiling at the memory.
" and every-year i asked if the present was info about my parents" she reminded him.
" yea but, no matter what i got you i always got a birthday hug from you," he said. Delilah looked at her watch
" oh crap i got to go to fencing," she ran out the door. I just layed back and thought about what i was going to do, because tommorow was her birthday. She has been so busy latley she probably forgot about her own birthday.