11/09/15
Dear Primavera,
"So, Marian," says Serafina, "What are you going to do for your birthday?"
My other friends stop their separate conversation and wait for my answer.
"Study," I stated calmly.
All of a sudden, five pairs of eyes stared into the depths of my soul, silent as a feather falling.
I hope that passage grabbed your attention like a hawk swooping upon prey.
Okay, I'll stop with the dramatic descriptions.
My birthday is coming soon and my friends and family are taking note of it as if it were Christmas. They ask what I'd like to do (as seen above), preach about how I'm becoming a young lady, and every time I approach them they can't talk about anything else.
To me, fourteen isn't a significant number; it will only mark how long I've lived in this dear world. But I can see how my loved ones think of it as "important" since the number also represents how much I've changed since last September. And that's a lot.
Yours sincerely,
A birthday girl-to-be.
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