The year I hadn’t by birthday was when the thief came. Something was outside, and we didn’t trust it, so we had to spend the entire time inside the house. The thief was a bit scary, but when I had the braveness to talk to hit reveals me what he was looking for: my time, my birthday. When all days seem the same, we lose the sense of time. Even the most desired and incredible day is tasteless. It happened to all of us during these past months of isolation. It is the moment when this story takes place.