Daniel
To say I was surprised was the understatement of the year. I had not had a birthday party in years. My mother had given up on trying to convince me to invite guests. She said that it was much her own as was mine. She tended to be a little overdramatic at times, talking about how she almost died on that day and that we should remember.
“Through a party, mom? I don’t think so. We can have dinner together, a quiet one,” I had said a few times through the years, hugging her to soften the blow.
She would just shake her head as if annoyed but would give in to the hug. The last two years, however, I celebrated my birthday with Selina and forgot about my mother completely. She had not been bitter towards me, as far as I could tell. My mother was more concerned about how I let Selina su
