Today was my birthday.
Mommy and Daddy were supposed to call.
Instead they sent a letter.
It read “happy Birthday twins. Love, mom and dad.”
That was it. I hadn’t seen them or my sisters for a year.
I was beginning to forget what they looked like.
My gramma kissed my forehead.
“Happy Birthday Sugar.”
My Granpa bent down, and asked me what I wanted for my birthday.
“I wanna go home.”
I said quietly, Garet looked over at me, I could tell he wanted the same thing.
When we blew out the candles on our cake made the same wish, for mommy and daddy to come back.
He came over and gave me a hug.
“Happy birthday.”
He said.
“Happy Birthday” I repeated.
We looked down, and walked away.
Our birthday wasn’t happy.