Mom says its not necessary for me to count days anymore, that I'm here to stay. I kind of like knowing though. Ginger could tell I was concerned about it so she said, "Don't worry Buntah, Mom is keeping track of the days." I asked her how she knew that. "Because I know Mom. She knows the day each of us joined the family. She calls it a birthday and makes it special every year."
"How?"
"She makes a special birthday cake and we get gifts. She makes us our favorite food. She likes remembering the day we came to her." Then she added, "I always get special treats."
"Will I get a birthday?"
"Probably. Mom loves you."
I've never had a birthday before. No one ever celebrated me. That feels rather nice.
"How?"
"She makes a special birthday cake and we get gifts. She makes us our favorite food. She likes remembering the day we came to her." Then she added, "I always get special treats."
"Will I get a birthday?"
"Probably. Mom loves you."
I've never had a birthday before. No one ever celebrated me. That feels rather nice.
