ghost

You saw a boy of about 7 years old alone, sitting with a cupcake and a party hat, somewhat sad. It seemed like it was his birthday. No one had attended. You approached the little boy and asked him his name.

-What's your name, little one?

-He called me Ghost She said between sobs

-It's your birthday, right?

-Y-Yes

-And your friends?
-Nobody came

-Oh...it's okay now I'm your friend and I'm here, how old are you?

-I'm turning 7 years old

-Wow, that's great. Do you want to go get some ice cream and then go to the park?

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