I always picture my family as a perfect one. We're not rich but the memories, laughs, love, and comforts we shared are expensive than Money nor golds and diamonds.

My brother and I often fight over small things and it's normal though we get scolds by our parents. Who wouldn't right?

My birthday is coming, I'm so excited about it. My Parents always celebrate it with me and It was our cultural tradition that every time you blow a candle, your wish will be granted by God.

Days before my birthday, I heard my parents fighting. It was new to me.

When a picture of a perfect family that my mind building up for years started to shattered. It was replaced by my Mother's crying face and sobs and my father's broken voice begging in front of her.

I started crying silently,
I can't move,
I can't process anything,
I don't understand what's happening,

It was a few minutes before I realized my father cheated on my Mother.

My mind started to pilled up with questions.

Will, they broke up? Will they leave me? My brother? Us? Will be an unfair and bad daughter already if I asked them to reconcile and get back things normal?

They were both hurting, broken, sorrowful but I can't. No. I don't... I don't want to lose them. My family. I want my family back.

For the first time, I didn't wish to get extravagant toys, a dress, shoes or any present.

But almost a pleading wish,

"Please don't let my parents broke up. Please let me be with my parents. I don't want to lose them." It was a 13-year-old girl's birthday wish.

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