Willow POV.
It’s my birthday, another year that I spend over here. It’s not April's real date of birth, it’s Willow’s, she just spends three years with Cecelia, three years since she was born into this cold world. She still hates sharing Cecelia, sometimes it feels like I hate Willow, I hate how she has to act, I miss the old me, I miss April.
Maybe if…maybe if I leave Cecelia I’ll get my life back, gahhh, what am I talking about, I love Cecelia, she’s mineeeee!! And mine alone, April is dead and all is left is Willow, this is my birthday, I want a party, I’ve got ones for the last two years.
“Mommy my birthday,” I say in my sweetest voice, I want something, and I’m getting it.
“Yes baby,” Cecelia says giving me all her attention, the one I always wants and demands.
“I want a big
