I used to love my birthday when I was younger. Key word being used to. Now? It's not the same.
Why? Because when you turn fourteen, your mother decides to tell you two totally shocking things that you never would've guessed.
One, my father lives here. In Santa Martina.
And two, wait for it. It's totally worth the wait. You'll find out soon enough.
It's something totally unbelievable.
I don't even know how she pulled it off.
Not even Grams knew about it.
I want to forget about it. But it keeps coming back. Literally.