Today is my birthday. I am 36-years-old.
On each birthday I think of the short story “Eleven” by Sandra Cisneros. In it, she writes:
What they don't understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you're eleven, you're also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wak…
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