There was silence in the room. The candles were burning on the cake, sparks were jumping on the top of the wicks, and the tears of the candles were silently flowing down the stems.
He touched the mutilated leg with trembling hands, and the boundless pain spread from his chest to his limbs.
Tears filled my eyes, and my vision was blocked by the mist gathering in my eyes. I raised my head and saw that the word "happiness" painted on the cake was blurry...