She swatted away from him, but the tears were already down her cheeks.
My birthday always sucks. Mom and Dad are never here. I haven't had a cake since I was nine that I didn't have to make or buy myself. They didn't even call. Because they 'couldn't'. Something full of sand is always more important than me and now you had to go and do this?" It sunk in that it was a joke. She still wasn't happy. "I hate my birthday. I hate it."
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