Fifteen.

Happy Birthday, Dear Hayani!

You are 15 now. I'd expect you to love yourself more. But that expectation might end up in the midst of a black hole. So I ORDER you to be happy. If you don't then, you're a skunk and will probably end up a single old hag with twenty-seven cats. So There!

P.S : I don't think I'll be able to buy you that 'Nike Lunarglide+' That you wanted. Sorry =(