Whispers. We need to hurry on the cake.
She has to be back by nine.
К сожленно, нам нушно уидтй,
мы уже опаздал.
Wristwatches
Я не хочу домой.
Я знаю.
Пошли. Let's go,
Legs under my hands,
head resting just beneath my right shoulder.
You sing-speak
"Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to Kate.
Happy birthday to James.
Happy birthday Miškas."
"James, my present"
I thought she was concerned because of the rain, that
the gift bag she was holding around my neck,
would get wet.
" Kate, my present."
" Steve, my present."
"Diana, my present."
"Miškas, my present."
Yes, even the family cat was claimed as a piece of
her birthday gift.
She could've cared less about the toys.
And did she deserve anything less than us?
Your sister saw profound wisdom, that you saw that God's true gifts were not
puzzles to play with but people.
"Домой, я не хочу. I don't like children's house,
I like Neumann."
Я знаю. I know.
Emma asked if these were all your brothers and sisters, these
other children.
You were so disinterested with cake, songs, presents.
You wanted us. A family your own for three hours two days after your
actual birthday. Father.
Have mercy
on us.
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