I'm 17 for a moment, then it all disappeared. Poof! Gone.
Now I'm 18, for real.
A birthday cake with 18 candles, one that kept re-lighting itself, and dripping blue wax onto the perfectly ivory frosting. A few envelopes with wishes and curly signatures. Songs of joy and well-wishing, songs of smelling like a princess because my little brothers think they are the funniest people alive. Sugar rushes and falling to the ground, laughing at the bottom of the stairs just because we can. Sitting on the floor for an hour just thinking, because it's my birthday and I wanted too. Imagining life as it is, and as it will be.
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