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It’s September 8th and it’s my stepmother’s birthday. I can’t call so I said it online hoping someone would notice and tell her. Then I forgot. No one pays attention to me--I mean, the people I’ve known since I was a fetus and grew up with and all. Worried all week....not a word, of course--so it means the family will think I don’t care or forgot. I mean, really, I don’t forget birthdays too often. However:
I got a birthday card in the mail. You’ll never guess who it was from. My dad is allowed to forget but you can safely assume that it wasn’t from any of my sisters or brothers or step relatives. Nope. It was from one of my doctors. Clearly they remember (could be in their files, but they remember). Not that I am worried about it or care, but deep down, I’m an eternal optimist. BTW, I saw all the Lee and Richard on Pinterest, @fortunatelyclevercandy. Just so you know.
I know I was adopted, but I came with a birth certificate. I had birthday parties and stuff around this time of the year that my sisters went to for years. Granted, my birth mother has to have Facebook to remember I came out of her, so I must be pretty forgettable--except to my doctors, my home town that send me coupons and me. I can’t help but forget when I was born. Perhaps my family is worried about family in Texas, Florida or the Caribbean. I can forgive that--I’m worried too. But judging by the silence online over my birthday wish to my stepmother (and my nephew), I’m guessing the family didn’t see it--though on my birthday a few other family friends and cousins said happy birthday to me then asked where was my stepmother and the rest of the family. I can see my birthday was the perfect moment to get a Facebook notification so they could say Happy Birthday and then ask about the people that conveniently forgot my birthday though I remembered theirs.
So, in conclusion, my family doesn’t notice me when I’m me, when I’m the Elvenking or when I’m attempting to wave a white flag (though that would also require friends and family to notice something or care which they don’t--for some, they still don't know I’m on Book II of a trilogy I’ve been writing since 2015 (never mind all the posts and links and excerpts I share constantly). I have to wonder if they actually cared at all for all these years.
Whatever...I’ll get over it, but they seem way too happy when they think I’m about to die or when one of my pets die. So it’s like, if they get mad at me for not “thinking about them” I have online proof that I was. So what’s their excuse for being jerks? I guess this means I don’t have to care anymore--well, not like I used to. I’m an acquaintance in my own family.
heh heh heh heh heh...I do what I want...
