Birthday
"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me! Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to me!"
Elphaba sang those words alone, for her parents were always busy on her birthday.
Mother was always cleaning the house before she died, too busy to pay attention to her. Father was at assemblies, or meetings, or some other duty.
She happened to glance at little Nessarose, who had followed her out here in her wheelchair.
Nessa held something out to her…a ring. A nice, shiny, new ring.
"Happy birthday, Elphaba."
It was Elphaba's first and best birthday present ever.