I don't want anything special.
Ever since Ma got sick, I never really asked for much besides what I could realistically have.
A new shirt? Sure. Another quarter for my collection? Even more likely.
A better life? More opportunity? Probably not.
But that was okay! I was happy and taken care of, so what more could I have wanted?
I don't know.
What I did know was that I really didn't fit in anywhere. I was too quiet and easily pushed around in school, and too off the wall for home. Some days I just wanted to disappear…
It's just another birthday. No big deal, y'know?