I smiled and took her hand. “I am told that I need nothing,” I said, glancing at the journal. “Did you have fun tonight?”
“Yes, thank you. My parents never really thought much about birthdays.” She tossed her blonde curls over one shoulder and I could see that she was wearing the sapphire I had given her all those years before. “I think about them sometimes, and everything they did for me. Is it wrong to think of them as strangers?” There was an air about her of the lost, struggling to put into words what her heart and soul were whispering to her. Perhaps it was time she came to know herself.
I shook my head. “No, they were good people, but you were already looking for someone else when they brought you into this world. You are older than they, merely staying with them while your body ma
