YARON GIDANA

About this Novel

She lay upon an ornate bed, modeled after those of ancient times. The bed, a pristine white, was adorned with royal pink curtains. The room's ambiance was punctuated by the sound of the AC's rapid hum and the mingling of cold air and fragrant perfume, creating an alluring aroma. Her slumber was unhurried, cocooned in a soft, white Arabian bedsheet, her face nestled in the pillow. Kirrrrr! Her phone broke the silence, demanding attention. With a glint in her eyes, she reached for the phone, not bothering to glance at the screen as she answered the call and placed it to her ear. "Happy birthday to you..." The sound refreshed her senses, and she sat up, leaning against the bed's headrest, listening to her mother's rendition of the birthday song. Her face radiated joy. "Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to youuuuu... How old are you now?" The singing paused, leaving a moment of quiet.