Right.
"Good night..." She went to her room and layed there on the bed.
"I hope tomorrow will be better..." She sighed.

(Sorry, gonna get a little controlling...)

That night, she had a strange dream about waking up and seeing Floppy, Ethans stuffed rabbit, at the foot of her bed. In the dream, the rabbit was speaking to her, words that were grave and terrifying, filled with danger. It wanted to warn her, or it wanted her to help. The next morning, however, it was hard to remember much of the dream.

(It's fine! Do whatever you need to)
She woke up with the sun shining through her window.
She yawned a little, the got out of bed.
She hadn't thought about the dream much since she barely remembered it.

"Amelia?" Moms voice sounded outside her door, followed by a timid knock. "Its getting late. Are you up yet?"

"Yeah I'm up..." she sighed.
'No happy birthday?...'

Ethan peeked in the doorway, his hands behind his back, a shy, expectant smile on his face.

"Hi Ethan?" She smiled and waved to him.

With a grin, he stepped forward and held out a folded piece of paper. Bright crayon drawings decorated the front; a smiley-faced sun hovered over a little house with smoke curling from the chimney.

"Happy birthday, Lia!" he said, quite pleased with himself. "See how I remembered?"

"Awww... thanks Ethan. Im glad you remembered." She smiled happily, looking at the drawing he made.

Inside the homemade card, a simple crayon drawing of our family smiled back: stick figures of Mom and Dad, Lia and Ethan holding hands, and a four-legged critter that had to be Beau.