Thanks to those who remembered me.
You made my birthday.
Yeah, I had the blues. It was my first without mom singing badly in my ear and sharing in some chocolatey decadence.
I cried. Hard.
Then I felt better. It wasn't a terrible birthday, by any means.
Oh yeah, just finished moving back into Dad's. This time, he's the one moving out in April. Things are going to be a little... strange. Life and school go on.
Thank you guys for being so good to me.