Elena’s POV "Alright, Lay, time to blow out the candles!" My mother’s joyful voice rang in my ears as I stared down at my birthday cake, a Lightning McQueen design in bright red. People laughed at me for picking that cake when I turned seven, saying it was for boys, but I didn’t care. Red was my favorite color, and back then, I loved cars more than anything. I took a deep breath and blew out the candles, feeling a small gust of air bounce back onto my face. A camera clicked, capturing the moment forever. "Now, what comes next, Lay?" My father’s voice came from my left, while my mother stood smiling on my right. I giggled, excited. "I make a wish, and if I wish really hard, the birthday gods will grant it!" ---A single tear slid down my cheek, landing on an old photograph—me at seven years old, grinning between my parents, Celeste and Julian. Back then, life was filled with love and happiness. My parents adored me. But something had changed. They had left, disappeared
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