It’s now 1pm and everyone is here at my house including my brothers and my mother to celebrate my birthday. It felt strange calling her my mother now that I have made peace with her. She begged me to call her mom but I wasn’t comfortable calling her that as yet which she understands. Her husband jimmy, sent me a lot of gifts along with a huge birthday cake and a letter saying he was sorry he couldn’t be here to celebrate my birthday with me. Now I have two huge cakes and so many presents I didn’t know where to start.
“ happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Emma! Happy birthday to youuuuuuuuuuuuuu.” Everyone shouted as cheers echoes through the house. I thanked them and the music started playing which is my favorite song perfect by Ed sheeran. I looked to my ri
