It seems everyone is busy with their own lives, each moving towards a better future, except for her, who seems unable to see what's coming.
The melodious ringtone of the phone interrupted Rebecca Quentin's thoughts at that moment. She paused her gentle rocking of the cradle, stood up, and picked up the phone.
Seeing the number flash on the screen, Rebecca's face shifted from faint sorrow to joy, "Hello..."
"Miss, happy birthday!"
The caller was Aunt Clare, with her usual warm voice.
"Thank you."
"I'm sorry I can't be there with you, I really wish I could be by your side to take care of you."
Rebecca chuckled lightly, "What do I need you to take care of? I'm living with my sister, she's really good to me. Take today, for instance; I mentioned it was my birthday this morning, and she immediately took a day off to celebrate with me at home, even bought a huge cake..."
"Hearing you say that, I'm relieved..."
