Tessa sighed softly as she glanced outside a window, now to the fine age of 29. The fact she was almost 30 didn’t bother her; she always took her birthdays with a grain of salt.
Another year passed, and she’s not dead yet. That’s good.
Half-expecting no one to remember her birthday or say a thing, Tessa shrugged it off and headed to her green house. This would just be another day.