"Wake up, Mao!" his mother screams. "Wake up, it's your birthday! Happy..."
She walks into his room to find him still asleep.
"...huh...birthday." she says.
Mao twists out of his slightly needed rest, opens his eyes, and says, " I'm up......*sigh*......mornin`"
"Birthday Boy! Your Birthday breakfast is almost done, so be quick about getting dressed, and don't forget to wash your hannds!" Rae Fung says as she runs through the house to the kitchen.
'She's been acting strange all week. I know it's my birthday, but......... I just can't put my finger on it.'
His thoughts are abruptly interupted by his mother's infamous whistle.

"Smells good, mom. Thanks."
He sits at the table, in the only seat facing north. His mother brings him a plate of pork and eggs, sits next to him, and sighs.
"You know, son, you turn 14 today....... and i was just remembering one of the last things your father said to me. He told me that you are bound for greatness. He said