Once again, it is I, Sid. Only said my first name that time, like I should.

Today is my fourteenth birthday. With the exception of the ones I was too young to remember, I can say that my birthdays were all happy days up until the thirteenth. That one had the most unbelievable pain I've ever experienced in my life, both emotional and physical. A couple of my friends have a sister who claims the number 13 isn't bad luck and that she had the best year of her life when she was 13. As you can probably tell, I respectfully disagree with her.

But I'm over what happened on my birthday last year at this point, so you'd think I'd be happy again. Yet instead, I'm a weird combination of grumpy and some other emotion I can't really identify. Confused, maybe?

Yeah, that's gotta be it. I don't understand why I'm angry about something I don't care about anymore. I've done nothing for the past year but whine and be upset about that thing that happened on my birthday, so maybe I'm angry at myself for being childish. Or it could be that even though I found a way to continue enjoying my new life, I still would've preferred to get to keep that one part of my old one. Or maybe having to be reminded of this every birthday from now on is gonna be really annoying for a very long time, if not forever. Notice I didn't specify that only my birthdays would be reminders.

I was hoping the fact it happened on my birthday would be a blessing in disguise. If it had happened on just some random day, there'd be nothing to distract me on its anniversaries. I thought that maybe the usual birthday stuff would keep my mind off of it and make me happy. Didn't work.

My parents are here now. They're taking me and my two siblings to Burger King to celebrate both my birthday and his 2-month day. Since we've been on the subject, I'll bet having his birthday be so close to Christmas is gonna suck for Melbourne when he gets older.

Buying me some lunch is the least my mom and dad can do for me after being the cause of all the misery I've been subjected to for the past year. I really hope they don't wanna talk about it. "You seem upset, sweetheart," my dad says to me after getting off the tram. "You wanna talk about that thing that happened last year?" Oh, come on!

"No thanks, Dad," I respond while staring down at the ground. I then look up to his face and go on. "I'd really rather just forget about it and move on with my life."

"Of course," he says. That makes me feel a little better. "But I just want you to know that your mother and I feel really sorry about it," he continues.

I nod my head to let him know that I understand. What they did was a huge mistake and probably a really cruel thing to do to the other person involved, but they were trying to help me, which I appreciate. If only they had thought it through more and known at the time that it would end up being unnecessary. But I still don't wanna talk about it. I'm getting on the tram now.

Naturally, my parents are sitting up front and I'm sitting next to my awesome baby brother Melbourne. I wish you could see him. He is so adorable! Simply looking at him makes me super duper happy. It's nice to think about how I could possibly have a positive impact on his life in the future. "Hey there, little bro! Great to see ya' again!" I say to him in the stereotypical way people talk to babies. "Living 200 miles away from me isn't preventing you from understanding who I am, right?" I ask, hoping he doesn't think I sound desperate.

"He's a baby. He doesn't understand anything," my mom says while we drive off. Is what she says true? I wish I saw babies more often or could remember anything from when I was that young so I could form an opinion on it. "And happy birthday, by the way," my mom adds in. Why are they only now saying that to me? It used to be someone would say it to me like every five seconds on my birthday. This year, it took a while and it wasn't even both of them. What the heck happened?

But even with that, I'm already in a much happier mood. What was I even upset about? I don't remember. Please don't answer me though. This is going pretty great for me so far and I don't want it ruined. It's made even better by the fact that Adelaide got to come to Burger King with us. Before I convinced them to let her join us, she was gonna be forced to stay home because she was born on October 12, 2013 in outer space and we all thought she was gonna be a boy. Because of that, a curse was put on her that would mean the whole world will get destroyed if she ever gets too happy.

Ada doesn't know about that at all and it's the reason our parents are so hard on her all the time. When I found out about it, I promised that I wouldn't tell her. But you know what? I'm gonna! I should get to do whatever I want today. It can wait a teensy tiny bit longer though. I've got something else to say first. "This is wonderful. I wish we could have the whole Chang family together like this every day. Just me, Mom, Dad, Ada, and Melbourne. No one else."

Huh? What was that? After I finished talking, I swear I heard a tiny voice screaming. Whoever it was sounded mad at me. I can't imagine why they would be. I didn't say anything that would upset a person, right? "Did anybody else hear that?" I ask while looking around at everyone. They're all shaking their heads back and forth, so I guess it was just my imagination. It sounded like it was coming from my mom's belly, so it couldn't have been real.

And now Justin Bieber's Baby is playing on the radio, so I now remember what was making me grumpy before. Fantastic. "Dad, can you change the radio station please?" I ask. He then immediately does what I wanted. "Thank you very much."

"But I like that song," complains Adelaide.

"Sorry, but it reminds me of a nightmare I had once," I reply and it's not the most accurate explanation. Man, I am so jealous of the original me. I'll bet she's able to listen to Justin Bieber without being reminded of the worst day of her life. And I'll bet the worst day of her life wasn't her birthday. She's got it good.

But with that said, I would never trade my life for hers in a squillion years. With the exception of the one thing I'll never get to have, I'm grateful for my life being the way it is. I don't need or even want that one thing anymore. However, it would still be great to have that one thing, gosh darn it!

I think the fact original Sid has it is why this bothers me so much. Of all the Sids in all the multiverse to have to deal with this problem, it had to befall me. I've yet to find any other Sids in my situation. Really think about that.

Or maybe that's not it either. Maybe I just know that she who will not be named will forever be a part of my life because she's friends with Adelaide, so it's not like I'm able to completely put her in the past like I want to. Should I try to break them up? Is my happiness more important than Ada's? I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE!

Of all forms of pain for The Purple Heart Pain to be, she chose heart! WHY?! Why couldn't she have chosen leg, or arm, or brain, or nonexistent?!

This is all stupid SpongeBob, Gumball, Amazon, and the butterfly effect's fault! If it weren't for them, none of this would be happening!

Maybe I'd be able to stay over it if she who will not be named hadn't done it in such a heartbreaking way. And maybe she would've been kinder to me if I hadn't been so annoying, or if I had been better at understanding how she felt, or if I......didn't suck.

And great. Now I'm crying. And it isn't realistic tears, it's those waterfall-lookin' ones you see in cartoons. I'm getting my brother and sister all wet!

Now my mom's screaming for some reason, making me stop crying. Thank goodness. I was really starting to lose it there. I'm sorry.

"What is it?!" my dad shouts, shocked by my mom's sudden outburst.

"This is gonna sound crazy, but my water just broke," my mom explains, but I have no clue what she's talking about.

"What?! Are you sure?" my dad asks in disbelief.

"I've done this three times before. It's unmistakable!" shouts my mom.

We've now pulled over and have all gotten out. What the Pokémon Y person is going on here?! "Yes! Now there's gonna be two babies in the apartment! And I get another chance at it being a girl! And I don't have to be the middle child anymore!" Adelaide exclaims, answering my question. If she's right, then that's nuts. Mom couldn't have gotten pregnant again so quickly, so this must mean Melbourne has a twin and their births were two months apart. You humans reading this probably think that sounds too insane to believe, but it's only kind of odd for us vampires.

"I just realized!" shouts Ada. "This means you're gonna have to share your birthday with the new baby from now on! Haha!" I probably shouldn't let her get away with being rude to me, especially with the curse, but I just can't right now. This is all too much!

And I too just realized something. Since Ada was able to figure out that a baby was coming, that means she knows something about pregnancy that I don't. Do you think I should be embarrassed? Because I'm not. I'm happy for her and I'm glad I am. I'm assuming that thing my mom said must have something to do with giving birth. My guess is it's slang for it. I'll ask later.

Right now, we're on the side of the road and Mom's pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing. I can see the baby's feet! Oh my goodness! This is only the second time I've seen this happen and it's already one of my favorite things ever! I can't wait 'til I get to do it myself someday!

Now the baby's whole legs are out. It's a girl! "Now I've got one of each!" Ada shouts. I'm sure she meant specifically younger siblings.

Mom's pushing some more. I see the baby's tummy, now her hands, now her arms. There's her head! Oh my goodness gracious on a guacamole stick! I can't believe I am now looking at my baby sister who I didn't even know was going to be a thing!

I'll bet everyone else around me but Melbourne is in just as much shock as I am right now. It makes perfect sense that he wouldn't be since he had to have already known he had a twin sister on her way. Wonder if he would've told us if he could talk.

After we've laid here silently for a few minutes to collect our thoughts and emotions, someone should probably say something. There's bound to be some important financial issues or something of that nature that needs to be addressed when you suddenly have to take care of one more kid than you expected to need to. But more importantly, we need to give the baby a name. "Sid, you get to name the baby. I'm sure you can guess why," awesomely says my dad.

I already have the perfect one. It was on this day last year that I forever lost a person who was important to me. No, discovered I never even actually had her. As I've said time and time again, that was monumentally devastating. But look where I am now. I just gained a new person who I'm going to love and care about forever. All of that is a massive victory. So, the baby's name has to be "Victoria!"

"In that case, you wanna hold Victoria?" my dad asks.

"Of course!" I excitedly shout while holding out my hands.

"Can I name the next one? Adelaide chimes in while I sit down with Victoria in my arms.

Victoria slowly stops crying while looking up at me and-

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This is so much better than last year.