RAYMOND
I stuffed a hotdog in my mouth and happily contemplated my small, but awesome group of friends and family. Everyone was crowded into the small kitchen, which was bright and colorful with balloons and decorations. Mom had set out all the food on the counter, so that people could serve themselves buffet style. There were hotdogs and hamburgers, potato salad and slices of watermelon, bowls of chips and little containers of dip. Everyone was eating, laughing and having a good time. It felt like one of the best birthdays I'd ever had. And it dawned on me that I was now officially an adult. I could vote. I could join the military. I could get married, if I were so inclined.
Jackson draped himself over my shoulders, and pressed a kiss to the side of my ear. "You look happy," he murmured
