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Michelle is Sechelles.
January 28, 2010
"Is there any coffee?"
"Make it yourself Alfred. Hey frog, what are you doing?"
"What does it look like I am doing Mon Cher? I am making breakfast, of course."
"Bloody hell, I told you yesterday that I was going to make breakfast."
"What are they arguing about now?"
"They are arguing over who's going to make breakfast again. "
"Oh, mon petit chaton Michelle you are awake. Go get ready for school and breakfast will be ready when you return."
My twin brother Alfred is complaining about coffee, dad and papa arguing over breakfast, Michelle getting ready for school and my family forgetting about me.
This is what I woke up to on my birthday.
Although Alfred and I are twins, our adopted parents Arthur and Francis decided that if we had different birthdays we feel more like individuals.
So Alfred's birthday is the day we were born, and I got stuck with the day we were adopted which means that even though it's my day Alfred still gets just as much attention.
Well screw that, today is there last chance to show me they care; both my family and friends.
After three strikes they're out and I am well prepared if that happens no matter where they strike out.
Getting up I reach for my glasses to see to if there is even a hint of any birthday festivities in the room such as cards, presents, or balloons.
Much to my dismay and maybe theirs, everything is the same with Alfred's side of the room littered with comic books, video games, horror movies and snack wrappers with some pieces of clothing and sport equipment left out; while mine's is still organized.
Life is as usual but we'll see how much longer that'll last.
Mon cher- My darling.
Mon petit chaton- My small kitten
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