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 a hearty appetite but I could feel my appetite draining by the moment. My stomach was getting unsettling and I became anxious with the way they were looking at me.
They looked at me like I was a treasured jewel to them and seeing them as mild and sweet gentlemen wasn't something I ever imagined. Not in a million years.
They passed the food my hands couldn't rea