When my sister was born, my parents were on the brink of losing everything. And to make things even more stressful on my parents, she was born 6 weeks premature on January 5. Being born on this day basically means that for the first three years of her life, Pilar never had a birthday party, until this year! The weather this winter in the Bay Area has been unseasonably warm and dry, so our parents threw
her a small birthday party for her fourth birthday. And all day long she kept reminding everyone who the party was for.
It was for her. Okay?!
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