Birthday
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“What if, what is isn’t you?”
Eight more days until I’m twenty-seven-years-old and only seven until the birthday week stuff. I don’t know why I called it birthday week. It sort of just stuck after the first year we celebrated, back when it was just Miranda and me, then Binx joined up. Miranda’s birthday is on the fifteen, Binx’s is on Continue reading
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Learning Maturity from my Niece
¡Nombre no! I don’t want to get old. It’s not fun. I’m not even that old, am I? Last night, I got to see my niece turn fifteen – well, she turned fifteen on Tuesday, but last night was her Quinceañera. I was eleven, pushing twelve when she came into this world. Now a month Continue reading