So it had been a regular day for third grade. We all loved Miss Dilworth. She was blond, beautiful, young,m and she drove a Barracuda. How cool was that.
The most not regular thing about the day was that it was my birthday.
I got home from school after the usual walk. My big sister had her usual report for my mother about my walk home, as if she was a superior being.
"Well, he walked so slow, and I told him to hurry, and he didn't".
"Why don;t you listen to your sister?" Ok, so I'm a third grader. She's in 4th. Listen to her? I went slow, a crime? Not fast enough for her?
"I can never trust you. Get upstairs out of my sight".
The warm greeting of a mother.
"Can't even have a decent birthday" I muttered going up the stairs.
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