It’s My Birthday and I Want Everyone to Know It
Because rewriting the past means celebrating the now
4 min readMay 18, 2021
I spent my 17th birthday at home, alone.
It was 1999, back before Facebook — so no prompted happy birthday messages or cake emojis every hour. There was no texting either, just a phone base on a wall with a long, curly cord that rang once when my grandmother called.
