Birthday eve's of yore.
When I was little, after weeks of getting ramped up for my birthday in the way that only children can, on the night before my birthday I would suddenly panic. I'd cry and cry, terrified of becoming older. I can't really imagine what that was like for my parent's. You can open a closet door and assure your daughter that no monsters dwell inside, you
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