“Happy birthday to youuuuu!” was the last part of the song Allison and Rachel were singing while I stood awkwardly without knowing what to do.
I believe no one, not a single soul knows what to do when someone is singing happy birthday to them.
And so was I. A year after my grandma’s death.
They didn’t know what I was running away from, Allison was too young to know that and Rachel was not intrusive.
Nonetheless, I was right about her. She had to leave her home because of a teenage pregnancy. Her parents were old school, so they didn’t accept her situation because Roger got her pregnant before getting married. Roger was the d**k that was beating her when we met.
After she asked me to stay with them, I did. Roger could only visit Allison when a police officer was present and I always
