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sounds like that place is the source of happiness. Never in my wildest dreams would I believe she would put aside her tradition and pass it to me.
     

     
    Ms. Clarisse’s 70th birthday is a week away. In secret, I asked Bradley about her children’s home address. I wanted to surprise Ms. Clarisse by persuading her children to visit her. I didn’t care if I had to leave California, and travel state to state.
    Bradley looked at me with sad eyes, and told me her children live in this city—our city. Hearing him say that made my guts twist and churn. I assumed they couldn’t visit her because they live far away, but it only made me realize that I’m coming up with excuses for them. I’m starting to feel guilty and pathetic for thinking in their defense. I’m naïve to think that if her children see how miserable and frail Ms. Clarisse has become, they will feel a shock of sympathy in their hearts. Now I’m confident they have no soul.
    On the day of her birthday, Ms. Clarisse had neither joy nor sadness, rather, a lot of anxiety. She asked me if could keep her company while she made a phone call to her children. Despite her years of rejection, Ms. Clarisse hasn’t given up on them. For her birthday, she wanted to invite them for dinner. Deep inside, I want her to give up, they don’t deserve it—but I dialed the contact number anyway. After a few rings, none of their personal mobile phones answered. All of them went straight to voicemail. After two days of trying to reach them, Ms. Clarisse feared they have changed their cell phone number. As an alternative, we decided to dial the permanent house they live in.
    Ms. Clarisse shockingly pressed the phone to her ear, this time, her age isn’t causing the wobbling in her hands. When someone picked up the line, Ms. Clarisse’s voice fell into disappointment, a maid answered.
    “Please inform Troy that his mother is calling.” Ms. Clarisse pressed her lips together and waited. “Oh I see, tell him to call me as soon as he’s available. Yes I would like to leave a message. It’s my birthday this Friday, and I will be having a family dinner at my suite. I’m inviting him, his wife and children. Tell him that I would very much love to see them...yes…thank you.”
    It took a big toll on Ms. Clarisse. Tears are starting to fill up, but she cleared up her throat, called Ana, and then, she called Ben. Her voice kindly asked every butler and maid to pass on her message. When the days passed, no one returned her call.
    The day before her birthday, I took it upon myself to make the last call. While Ms. Clarisse took her afternoon nap, I dialed the same number to their house. None of the maids and butlers have any clue that I’m prepared. When Troy’s maid answered and directly told me to leave a message. I pinched my arm to remain as calm as possible.
    “Do you know who I am?” I stated. “This is urgent, and you want me to leave a message? How dare you! I’m not telling a mere servant my name that is confidential information! I am utterly—purely—gravely upset! When I tell your boss you’re wasting my time, and darting me with these stupid questions—this will be the last call you will answer—do your hear me?!”
    After a pause, I instantaneously got my way.
    All three of Ms. Clarisse’s children answered my call, I listened their voices—they’re all alive, and healthy. When revealed myself, I invited them to Ms. Clarisse’s birthday dinner. I told them the private, and very exquisite meals Gilia will be serving. They all sound interested, and excited to go. I hanged up, almost jumping with joy. This will be the best surprise yet, Ms. Clarisse will finally be able to reunite with her children!
     

     
    I greeted the nervous staff into Mrs. Clarisse’s room. They removed the round table in her dining room, and set up a rectangular table, covered in fine linen. They decorated the dining room with blue-lavender flowers that share same name of this