I'm reasonably certain that I was a surprise to my parents. My brother and sister are much older (10 and 8 years), and my parents split very shortly after I was born. No one ever said I was a mistake, and I don't think that. But I continue to be a surprise, even to myself.
Today, I am 31. (Actually not until 3:43 pm, but whatever.)
One of the most surprising things to me is that there are so many people who love and care about me. The ones in the picture are just a few of the ones who have held me together (and been okay with me falling apart). That was at my birthday dinner, where they indulged me by being extra-fancy.
I have never been the most popular, or the most beautiful, or the most charming. That's okay. I don't have to be. I hope I can just know that I'm the luckiest and be the most grateful.
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