notes: for how i know someday we'll be friends in a charity shop

today was your birthday. it's no news i forgot it. didn't send you anything special like your over-spoiled first child sister. no. i completely forgot that on this day of a few years before you were a new new thing in the world. a special thing. one of my favorite things in the entire universe. and i didn't send you. one. single thing. not a coo. not a call. not a hand stained paper print. or a thoughtless random book from amazon. nothing.

it's not that anyone loves you less. unthinking. i. realize there are valuable lessons to be learned too late about being the second child. that will make you understand the world far better than the lack of seeing yourself in photo books and family stories. or the limits of my arms. and a shiny new visa card.