Happy Birthday

6am. A call came.
Master Hearing. The voice said.
We were separated in another room.
Ten minutes later.
We walked into a tense room. 
I could almost read it.
Then it became a blur.
All I heard.
Was the word.
Termination.

To Laugh While Crying.

Also. 

There was a light.
Three versions of a birthday song.
Chinese, English and Korean.

Made me smile. 

This glow.

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