Anna
I felt like I had been transported back in time.
The house looked exactly the same in my memory, filled with blue balloons floating unevenly against the ceiling because I had refused to have anything pink. I had always hated pink, mostly because everyone expected me to love it just because I was a girl. So everything that day had been blue. The ribbons, the decorations, even the little paper plates stacked neatly on the table.
And me.
I was wearing a matching blue dress that my mom had stitched herself, staying up late the night before just to finish it. I remember how proud she looked when she made me try it on, how she adjusted the hem again and again until it sat perfectly.
I remember twirling in it.
Dancing around the living room, singing loudly and off-key, waiting for them
