A/N: An idea that was inspired by the fact that there are six days until my birthday. This is going to be seven very short chapters long, and for once, they're all already written! I will be posting one a day from now until next Wednesday, May 2, a.k.a. my birthday.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, my plan to steal the Grimmerie and magick Greg, Winnie, and Steve to give me the rights fell through, so I still do not own Wicked.

xXxXx

I watch as people come to our house carrying gifts, as they seem to do every year on this day. It's never puzzled me before, but now, at five years old, I'm old enough to wonder what's happening. I can hear the sounds of a party going on downstairs, but Papa has sent me up to my room with strict instructions not to even think about coming down until all the guests are gone. Confined to the second floor of the Governor's Mansion, my busy mind demands that I go in search of some answers. So I hunt down a servant who's dusting in Nessa's bedroom.

"Anseida, why are all those people here?" I ask, climbing up to perch on my sister's bed and dangle my legs over the side.

The maid glances up at me in surprise. "Well, it's your sister's birthday, Miss," she says, as though that's explanation enough.

"What's a birthday?"

The maid gives me an odd look, but explains, "Well, it's the anniversary of the day you were born. Your family and friends all come to help you celebrate turning a year older."

I ponder this for a few moments. "Does everyone have a birthday?"

"Indeed they do, Miss."

"Do you have a birthday?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Do I have a birthday?"

"Of course you do, silly!" the maid laughs. "What makes you ask such a thing?"

"Well, you said a birthday is when your family and friends come to celebrate the day you were born. But nobody ever comes to celebrate my birthday with me. Not like they do for Nessa. And after what you said, I just thought maybe it was because I didn't have one."

With that, I hop down off the bed and wander away to entertain myself in my own tiny room down the hall. Nessa deserves to have a birthday, with lots of presents and guests. She is the pretty one, the special one. But just for a moment, I find myself wishing that maybe someday I can have a birthday, too.

xXxXx

Like it? Hate it? Let me know, or my Elphie muse might get angry… and we all know what happens when she gets angry…