Wow! Look at my hair!
Perhaps I am being childish, but I really want a birthday
party this year—with a cake and ice cream and candles and presents to open and
real human beings around me. I can’t remember when I had my last party. I do
remember the parties of my childhood: I sometimes had more than one each year.
There was a party at my Uncle Frankie Joe and Aunt Abba’s house and another at
my Uncle Otto and Aunt Lill’s house and sometimes a party at my own home. Could
it be that I used up all of my birthday parties back when I had multiple
parties each year and now have none left?
