.ghosts of summers past(not the usual ones).

Aug 18, 2009 12:23

I turn 24 next week.

It dawned on my the other day that no matter if we were speaking or not, my father got me something small for my birthday. Last year, I didn't receive the usual humorous card from him and I remembered that he was already dead on the floor for about a month at that point.

Somewhere in time, a lonely girl invites friends to a summer slumber party and no one comes. Her father finds the invitations in the tree house some years later, amidst homemade first aid kits and teen magazines, and cries.
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