She stood in front of her mirror. She put up some moisturizer and powder on her face, then applied some color on her eyebrows. They have been so thin that her folks believe that she can see ghosts. She could, if she wanted to but she felt so much better staying alive with her logic.
She once again looked closely on her reflection and decided that even though it’s not glamor, she looked fresher for she’s been lacking of good sleeps lately. She smiled. ‘Happy birthday…’ she whispered.
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