March 11, 1999
You,
Happy birthday to me. How many more of these will I spend alone before you are here? 10? 15? 20?
How did you spend the day? You probably have this wonderful family raising you. One with a mother who isn’t ashamed to call you her son and who makes you smiley face pancakes simply because it’s Tuesday and she loves you.
It really simply is just another Tuesday here. I started my special day off by listening to Didi grapple with her night terrors. 3 am. Right on schedule. What do you think she sees that makes her scream like that? The first time I heard I was so angry at that bitch. Who the hell screams in the middle of the night for no freaking reason? The she went and threw herself on the floor. I swear I thought she was possessed and I started screaming right back.
“Shut your freaking mouth or I’ll shut it for you!” ”
What the hell is wrong with you!”
The next morning they explained just what was wrong with Didi. Night terrors were some sort of disorder that Didi couldn’t control. It happens to lots of children and I would just have to be understanding and not be too afraid. Being my usual nosy self I asked a fair share of questions.
“Will she ever stop?”
” what’s causing it?
“Why the crap did you move her into my room!?”
They said it can be genetic or sometimes it’s just stress. Didi said they started when her father started visiting her at night. I left her alone after that.
So that’s how I started this Tuesday. My special birthday Tuesday.
Then it was school, therapy, and my birthday celebration.
My birthday celebration… the house-mother took me and one of the other girls out to dinner for an hour before we came back to our peach prison. The gifts to commemorate my one and only Quinceañera were waiting for me on the kitchen table… a roll of lollipops shaped like a tiny bouquet and a pink stuffed bunny. I couldn’t stop crying.
Til then,
Ale
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