The next day, on the celebration of Lawrence's first birthday, the village came alive from early morning. Residents flocked to the Hans' home, bringing gifts adorned with bright ribbons and colorful papers, each eager to show their love and respect for the Elder's family.
Eris welcomed guests in the festively decorated hall, where the noise of voices and children's laughter mingled with melodies performed by local musicians. Playing flutes and stringed instruments, the musicians created a merry and celebratory atmosphere. In a corner of the hall, small children danced and played games, supervised by adults who happily joined in the festivities.
Shelly and other maids carried trays of treats, including pies, fresh fruits, and a variety of drinks—from juices to light wines for the adults. The tables groaned under the weight of delicacies, each dish prepared with special attention to detail to please every guest.
The event lasted until late evening. On this day, Lawrence felt what it meant to be part of a "Family." Recalling his past life, where poverty from birth had never allowed him such a celebration, and seeing how strangers genuinely rejoiced for him and brought their congratulations, Lawrence was moved to tears.
- "I will remember this day for the rest of my life,"
Thought Lawrence. And thus, one of the most significant events for Lawrence passed.
After the last guests had departed, Eris was left alone in the quiet hall, which still held the echo of laughter and joy from the day. She collected the remaining gifts and decorations, neatly arranging them to preserve memories of her son's first birthday. Despite her fatigue, a smile played on her face—it had been a day full of warmth and happiness, a day when the whole village had come together to celebrate new life.
Clearing the tables of the festive paraphernalia, she prepared the last pieces of cake for the maids and workers who had helped throughout the day. No one was left without attention and care, each carrying away a piece of the celebration.
Eventually, Eris went up to the nursery to check on Lawrence. The little boy slept peacefully in his crib, his face calm and a smile lingering on his cheeks—even in sleep, he seemed happy. She gently adjusted his blanket and sat down beside him, watching her son.
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After some time, once Eris was sure that Lawrence was sound asleep, she stepped out into the garden, where the cool night air still lingered. Her gaze was drawn to the starry sky. The quiet of the night helped her gather her thoughts and rest a bit from the day's noise. Eris allowed herself a moment to close her eyes and breathe in the fresh air, filled with the scents of the blooming garden.
When she returned to the house, she was fully ready for sleep, knowing that a new day full of duties and care awaited, but also new opportunities for her family. The house was quiet, and only the soft rustle of Eris's dress filled the space as she passed the sleeping rooms. Finally, before going to bed, Eris entered the living room, where Shelly waited with a letter in her hands.
- "Shelly, why are you still awake?"
Eris asked, surprised.
- "Madam, I have just received this letter and was about to run to you. Please, take it!"
Responded Shelly.
Eris took the letter and sat opposite the fireplace. Carefully opening it, she began to read aloud:
"Dear and Beloved son, I wholeheartedly congratulate you on your first birthday! I deeply apologize for your Father's absence on such a significant occasion. I wish you to be as kind and cheerful, joyous and happy. May all your dreams and wishes come true. I understand you are too young to read letters, but I truly hope that at least this way, my congratulations and wishes reach you. I love you and miss you. Your father, Victor Hans.
P.S. Dear and Beloved wife, please do not worry. We have already arrived in the Neighboring Village and are doing an excellent job. I deeply regret not being able to be present at the most important event for us. I apologize to both of you. I'll be home soon!"
Reading the letter, Eris involuntarily cried. These were tears of happiness. Nearby, Shelma also couldn't hold back her tears. After sitting by the fireplace a while longer and discussing the past festivities, Eris and Shelly went to rest.
This birthday of Lawrence was not just a celebration for a child; it became a symbol of unity, love, and the overall well-being of the village, which they managed to preserve even in Victor's absence. It was a reminder to all that, despite any challenges, they could count on each other.