It is my birthday today and no one in my family even bothered to wish me. They all forgot what today was, and I wasn't in the mood to remind them. It is not like they care at all so why should I bother to tell them.

I have my breakfast in silence as the rest of my family talked about everything and anything that didn't concern me. To say that I am not hurt that they didn't remember the day I was born would be a lie. I am forcing the food down my throat despite not having any appetite. I try very hard not to choke on my food.

"What is wrong with you today?" asked my mother who must have noticed how quite I am today. Not that I am normally talkative but at least I always contribute a word or two to their conversations. I shake my head to tell her that nothing was wrong, I didn't trust my voice not to reveal my emotions to them. I don't want to create a scene by breaking down in front of people who don't care at all whether I live or die.

When breakfast is up I get my phone from my room put on a hoodie and leave the house. I listen to music through the earphones as I walked down the road. I walk to the nearby café and sat at the back far away from prying eyes. Far away from anyone and finally broke down, tears flow down my eyes as I cried into my hands. I am all alone and there is no worse pain that being alone despite being surrounded by many people.

The waiter came to ask me what I Will have but I didn't look up no answer him. I continued to cry because I couldn't control my

feelings anymore. I feel so empty

Inside and nothing in this café can fix my loneliness. It is not possible to order a company or a person's compassion. The waiter comes back with a chocolate short cake and green tea. "Green tea is good for you and the chocolate will help cheer you up. And don't worry it is in the house so you don't have to pay for it."

He walked away after he gave me the food, I wasn't hungry, but his kind gesture compelled me to eat the food. I drank the tea slowly since it was hot and the cake, it was absolutely delicious. There are no words to describe how warm my heart felt at that moment. A new warmth engulfed my whole body, and for the first time in a long while the food I ate had taste. Normally I just eat for the sake of eating, but today I felt good eating the food. It wasn't like the food I have eaten before this one had a touch of home to it, you could literally feel the love that put in preparing the food as you ate.

I greedily finish everything on the plate, but before I could get up to leave someone sat down in front of me and placed another piece of cake in front of me. It wasn't chocolate like before but different flavor, I looked up from the plate and look upon the Personio gave me the cake. My eyes met with a beautiful man who looked like he was brought out of a movie. He looked gorgeous but a little feminine making him look absolutely beautiful. His beauty far surpassed many supermodels that he had met or seen on the television.

He looked innocent and pure just sitting there and staring at him with tenderness in his eyes. His hair was messy and some that were out of place went up to his eyes and I felt like removing them so that I can see his beautiful face properly. His lips were thin with a natural red color that was so enticing that I felt like tracing it with my fingers.l wonder what it feels like to kiss those lips. I just want to..." you should eat the cake, it will get cold." he interrupted me from my thoughts that were headed in the direction that was beginning to scare me.

My heart began to beat at a very fast pace and my palms became sweaty. How could I think that a boy looked beautiful and why did I think such thoughts about him. I dig into the cake without looking up due to how embarrassed I felt because of the thoughts I just had. "Are you okay now?" he asked me making my heart increase its pace once again.

It has been very long since someone had asked me if I was okay. Very long since someone last cared about me so my heart was overwhelmed with warmth when he asked me that. I could feel his sincerity in his question and it brought me to tears. My own family ever only asks me if am okay only for the sake of it, they don't want to know if you are really fine or not. They are only busy with their lives so to have a stranger ask me that honestly wanting to know if I was okay cracked my resolve and the tears flowed down my cheeks once again.

He came over to my side and took me in to his arms and locked me in a hug. He wiped my tears and told me that everything will be alright and I just nodded my head. He said the words that I have always wanted to hear for so long and I felt fluttered that he did that for today of all days. I at least can look back next year and say that I had an amazing birthday all thanks to this stranger.

"Thank you," I whispered to him as I cling tightly on him. I didn't want him to leave because if he did then I would be alone again and just for today I want to feel like I have someone with me in life. "No need to thank me a hug is free in our cafe." he said with his angelic voice." you can always refund me by giving me a hug if I am ever in need of it."

I hugged him tightly and closed my eyes to rest as I haven't had any proper sleep in a long time. I lacked peace in my life and that made it very difficult for me to sleep. I lay my head on his shoulder and sleep, I can smell his cologne with was intoxicated so I inhaled in his smell. "What are you doing?" I heard him ask which made me realize what I had just done. My face turned crimson red as I blushed and hid my face in his shoulder. He chuckled at my reaction, I can't believe I embarrassed myself in front of a boy who seemed to be the same age as me. He must think that I am a weirdo after the impression that I have made of myself today.

I refused to look up again, there was no way I was going to look at him after this. I stayed in place and did not move and neither did he. He just sat there and allowed me to lean on him and rest. He smelled so nice and his arm was so soft to touch. I caressed his hand and he tensed up, I stopped and did not dare to open my eyes.

What am I thinking and what is wrong with me today. Why am I acting impulsively today, why am I allowing myself to be carried away today. He has been nice to me and I am treating him so badly. After a saying that his break was over and he needed to return to work. I let him go but deep down I was grateful to him for today. I finish my food and go back home.

To Be Continue.....

I reached home and ran directly to my room, I was not in the mood to talk to anyone I just wanted to be left alone with the memories of that beautiful boy. He is the kindest person I have ever met and also the most beautiful man my eyes have ever seen.

He was so nice to me and even took care of me and my heart. Today was nothing short of amazing, it wasn't much but to me, it was everything I could ever wish for. I had two different cakes today and was in the company of someone who actually cared about me. So I consider today to be a win and one that I won't forget in a long time.

I fell asleep thinking about how well today went and all this was thanks to that stranger. He would never forget the kindness that boy had shown him today. I felt a tug at my side, so I opened my eyes to find my mom sitting next to me on the bed. "You are awake, I wanted to talk to you."

"What is it mom?" I asked as I rubbed sleep away from my eyes. I think that she must have remembered that today was my birthday,,,, so she came to wish me.

"Listen darling, I wanted to talk to you about a decision that your father and I made concerning you and your sister.

You know your brother is at oxford university, and he is doing well for himself, so we thought that it will be best if both you and your sister followed in his footsteps. That is why we want you both to attend a boarding school. We have already made all the arrangements, so you just need to pack your things as you will be leaving tomorrow." S by he said before walking out of the room and closed the door behind her. She didn't even ask me if I was okay with their decision, they just do as they please.

I get my headphones and listen to music as I cried in my pillow. They always remember their eldest son's birthday even that of my sister but never mine. It always your brother this and your sister that, but it is never me. Am I not also their child then why am treated differently from my other siblings? It is not fair how despite the fact that I have different dreams for my brother I have to follow the same path as him.

Before I forget allow me to introduce myself. My name is Brandon Avery and I am the son of Marco Avery the billionaire. I have two siblings, my elder brother Logan and sister Sara. My mother Melissa is a super model so you can already know that my life has not been simple. Having a billionaire father and a famous mother is not easy especially when you are their youngest child. My elder brother is being groomed to take over my father's company. While my mother is training my sister to be a star. So far my sister is not just modeling but also acts, she is beginning to be famous.

Every once in a while when we go out she gets people asking her for an autograph or to take pictures. My brother on the hand has never once got less than an A- in all his tests. He wins in everything he does and never fails to please my dad. And then there is me the last born in the family. Normally people are happy being born last because then they get everyone's love and attention. But for me, it is the opposite neither my mother and father remember anything about me. From my birthday to my achievements even my dreams.

They remember my existence once in a while but not always. I am invisible to all of them, like a forgotten toy that was left in some corner of the house never to be used. It tries to get used to it, but that doesn't make the pain any less. Furthermore, I have done everything to try to please them but nothing I do ever gets their attention away from my siblings. I got the best scores in school and became the student of the year seven times in a row, but they didn't notice. Furthermore, I have many awards at school, but they didn't bother to come and watch me or congratulate me. I have also tried becoming a star to be recognized by mother but that too backfired in my face.

I have long given up in trying to please them. I have learned to ignore them just the same way they do me. Today is the day I was born and instead of having a grand celebration I am being asked to pack my bags to go to a boarding school. I don't mind going there in fact I am will be far away from these people. Out of sight out of mind right then maybe being a distance away from them will ease the pain in my heart. But I doubt my absence will be missed in this house.

I get up from my bed and head over to my closet and get my suitcase and put it on the bed. I get my phone from the nightstand and text my mother asking her what I should pack. She sends me a list of requirements and I get to work. I pack my clothes and shoes in separate bags, I pack my electronics in another suitcase and ensure that I get everything that I would need. It took me two hours of running up and down in the room and in my house to get everything I need.

When I was done I dropped the bed to relax when my phone rang. "Hello," I say once I pick it up.

Hello, Brandon I have been trying to reach you the whole day. Why haven't you been picking my calls anyway I wanted to talk to you to discuss a contract sent to you by Rock studios. They desperately want to sign you as there singer?" said my manager in one breath.

"I will be there in an hour." I say and hung up the phone. Had it been anyone else they would be happy to sign a contract with the biggest music company in the city but not me. I had expected this to happen eventually,, so I wasn't really surprised. Furthermore, Furthermore, I should also inform you that my plans to get my mother to notice me backfired but me being a star did not. I am a secret star, nobody except for my manager knows my true identity because to the rest of the world I go by the name Nobody. Nobody is my star name, I didn't choose it. After I uploaded my first song on the Internet in which I wore a mask it went viral, and since there was no name attached to it. People just started calling me Nobody, and it just caught on.

I always find myself on every teen magazine in the country everyday and I have become famous over time. I have over four million followers on Nobody's Instagram and twitter. I have two cellphones one for me and the other for nobody. I had released my album two months ago then went on my tour and now am home resting.

TO BE CONTINUE.......

It is great being a pop star and singing is amazing, I feel like I can express everything I feel into my music and I think that is why people love Nobody. Nobody touches them with his music because it relates to them. And I love writing them because it helps to release the negative energy that I have in me.

Music has helped me a lot other than earning money I have online fans who I chat with from time to time. It makes life less lonely for me and it more than I can ever ask for. It is good that the school I am going to allow students to have their electronic devices with them, so I will still be able to chat with my fans from school. I will also be able to upload my music online so in all honesty this decision is won for me in many ways but one.

I won't be able to see that boy again the one who made my day and my heart skip a beat. I finish packing my bag and fall on the bed and drift off to dream land. Furthermore, I opened my eyes to see that it was already dark outside, I head to bathroom to freshen up and change. Furthermore, I then head downstairs for dinner.

Everyone is already busy eating when I arrive, I pull out a chair and sit down. I serve myself some food and dig in. The food was tasteless to me unlike the one I had at the café which was delicious. "Have you finished packing your bags." my father asked me "We will leave first thing tomorrow morning so make sure you have everything you need." he continued, and I just nodded my head in response.

"Your sister was done with her packing so long ago. Can't you follow in her example and be punctual in life Brandon." my mother added, and my eyes watered as it does every time she compares me to Sara? I blink away the tears before anyone can notice. "I will try to do that in the future mom."

"Hum," was her only response as she continued to eat while talking to Sara. I finish my food quickly and left the room as I lost my appetite. I enter and close the door behind me before I dropped on the floor and broke down. The tears Why does she always do this to me, what is it that she wants from me. No matter what I do it is not good enough for her. I always seem to lack at something when it comes to my parents. It is draining me to have to prove myself to my own parents and how could she do that to me today.

They all forgot that I was born today as though I am not even a part of this family. I only have to wait two more years, after I become of legal age then I will leave this house forever. I already have enough money to last me a lifetime, so I won't need any of them in the future. Likewise, I also have a career as a musician to survive on in case I need money.

I open and go online and find that my manager has sent me a contract through an online signing app. I look at the contract and start the process but since I am a minor it required either my mother or father to sign the contract. It looks like I will be working with rock studios from now on. I turn off the data on my phone and head downstairs, I can't wait to see the look on my moms face when she sees the contract. They were all watching a movie

On Netflix.

"Mom can I have a minute of your time please?" I asked her drawing hers and everyone's attention away from the television. "Yes, what is it darling?" she asked surprised that I actually initiated a conversation with her. " There is a document I want signed, but I am not old enough to sign it so can you do it for me."

"Sure let me the document first." I hand her my phone with the contract. Her facial expressions changed from normal to surprised to shock. Now that is one good birthday gift, I never thought her she would be so expressive after reading the contract. I think that this is the first time she showed any type of emotions towards anything I do.

"Thi…this is a cont….contract from Rock studios asking Si…Sign you as sin….singer." she stuttered as she spoke and for, some reason I felt happy. "Yes, they have been pestering me about it for a while, so I decided to just agree."

Everyone in the house looked so shocked it seemed as though I had told them that I saw Jesus walking down the street as I was coming home. This is definitely the best day ever. Not only because of that beautiful boy but also because for once I wasn't invisible to my family. They noticed me and listen to me and paid attention to me. I will definitely never forget this day for many years to come.

"Will you sign it please I want to go to sleep since I am very tired." she signed it and I took the phone back." How did you land a contract with Rock studios and why didn't you tell us you wanted to become a singer." I heard my mom ask when I turned around to leave.

"Why, would you have cared if I did." I fired back at her and glared at her. I had told her that I wanted to sing but as usual she forgot about it because it was about me. What gives her the right to ask me that.

"Yes I would have cared darling, this is a big achievement,, and we should celebrate." she said, and I almost puked. "You are my son and I will always care about you." she continued and I scoffed, what a drama queen.

"Even if I told you I am sure you wouldn't remember."

"That is not true. How can I not remember such an important thing."

"Easy, the same way you and the rest of the family forgot that today is my birthday." I said and ran to my room. I didn't even want to see how they reacted to what I said, and honestly I don't care. I just want to leave and go to school far away from all of them tomorrow. The distance and the time I will spend away from them should help to heal my wounded soul. I am just sad that I will never see that beautiful boy again, but I will always remember the warmth he brought me on this special day of my life. He did mention that the café gives free hugs it is just too bad that I won't get the chance to take him up on that offer. I would have loved to get a hug from him at least every other day.

I could still get a whiff of his cologne on the shirt I had worn to the cafe. I take the shirt and place it on my nose and sniff it, it smells like him and I love it. I don't think I will ever wash this shirt ever again and I will take it with me to school. I close my eyes and fell asleep with the shirt in my hand.