Today I picked strawberries under the first morning sun of my 26th year.
I remember the first birthday I blew out my candles surrounded by my family, my mom & sisters, I think my dad was at work, & I wished to die. I was turning 16. I wished for the strength to carry out the plans that I had drawn up in my head.
So far, & even with more birthday wishes after that year, it hasn’t come true. I like to think that’s for the best.
This year, what will I wish for?
Actually, that answer is obvious. I wish with all my might that my mom will beat her cancer, surprise the doctors, & live until she’s old & ready to go. (I’m afraid that that’s a wish left to waste too.) Are life & death wishes allowed when you blow out your candles? I’m beginning to think they’re not.
But I can’t waste the opportunity. Birthdays demand your honest wishes & mine is simple. My mom, for as long as I can have her.