Mother

I worried for my daughter. She wasn't usually like this. Disappearing all through her birthday. It was unusual.

Where on earth could she be?

"Jake!" I called, spotting her current boyfriend. He turned and gave me a charming smile, what a gentleman.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Have you seem Amina? It's almost time to cut her cake and she's nowhere!" I exclaimed, getting frustrated.

Amina had been off lately. Breaking things and being absent minded. I really had no time for her childish antics. She ought to grow up and stop being so self centered. She wasn't my only child, although I'd long divorced their birth father. Sometimes I grew tired of her. She was so peculiar and off. She never really warmed up to her step dad. Since our falling out about her studying medicine as opposed to fashion design which  she originally wanted to study, she'd been strangely cold.

Briefly, I wondered if that was the reason why she was keeping us all waiting.

Silly girl.

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Father

I watched my wife search frantically for her daughter. Beautiful woman, but old.

Now, her daughter, now that was a real prize.

Each night I got a bit of the blessings bestowed on that beautiful work of art. But I sort of stopped myself from going too hard on her. Tonight, though, she'd be completely legal and I'd have my way with her for as long as I pleased.

She always shed tears but I new they were fake. She wasn't a virgin when I first had her. Must be the string of boys she kept. Stupid slut.

Anyway no one had seen her all night.

I looked around too, feeling myself get excited. Tonight would be a good night.

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Sister

Where the hell was Amina?

We'd been looking for her all night. To think I left my boyfriend only for her to pull this on us. She was my little sister, but could be quite insufferable.

Anyway she kept my secret from my parents for almost a year now, that I was living with my boyfriend. I guess I owed her one.

But where was she?

Ten,

Nine,

Eight,

Seven,

Six,

I looked around frantically, feeling my boyfriend wrap his hands around my waist. Naturally, I would be his first kiss of the year.

Five,

Four,

Three,

Two,

One,

And he planted his lips on mine. and I completely forgot about Amina.

We kissed passionately amidst drunk teenagers and frowning adults, losing ourselves for a few moments.

That is, until the TV came on, and all life drained from everyone's faces.