I came home that evening, as usual, tired and exhausted. Just as I opened doors of my apartment, he screamed "Happy Birthday!". Oh, is it my birthday today? I asked myself. How would I even remember, I was living alone for past 4 years since my wife died.

This birthday was however, different. I received my first wish in years and it was time to celebrate. He was more excited than I was. "Come, let's go and cut the cake", he said. I followed. In the hall, there was a small arrangement. Small cake and two candles numbered "3" and "6". Putting the candles on the cake and lighting it he said, "You are thirty and six years old now". I smiled.

Just before I blew the candle, I had this strange thought. I never celebrated his birthday. Curiously I asked, "You are here for my birthday but I wasn't there in yours. When is your birthday?". He laughed and replied, "Oh dear, you definitely weren't there in my birthday because I don't have a birthday in the first place."

"Nonsense, everyone has a birthday. It's literally the day you were born. When were you born?"

"15 minutes ago.", he replied.