It wasn't supposed to be like this. The perfect day ended so horribly. And it's all my fault.
My parents both took the day off for my birthday. We played games all day. And then Daddy started cooking. He was making tempura. Mommy had gone to get the cake and presents out of the other room. I was so excited.
But one little mistake took everything from me. Mommy carried the cake a little too close to Daddy's noodles. A little spark from the candles got the oil going. It flared up and we couldn't stop it. The fire went everywhere. I thought I would lose everything.
As it turns out, I lost both more and less than I thought I would have. I thought the fire would have taken everything from us, including our lives. It took my parents from me, but it didn't take me with them. They didn't let that happen.
I lost my parents. I lost my ability to live a normal life. I lost my ability to trust people, and I lost my ability to look on that day as anything but a curse. This day was supposed to be my day, the day when everything went right for me. But I lost everything. And I'll never get it back.