My whole life, I celebrated my birthday on July 14. That’s what was on my driver’s license, my school records, everything.
But when I needed a birth certificate for a job, something odd happened. It listed July 13.
She had changed my documents. Quietly, tenderly, out of love.
I never changed it back. That extra day — it’s hers.
3. The Grandfather Who Played to Silence
We knew Grandpa as a quiet man — hands calloused from farming, always humming some tune we couldn’t place.
After he passed, we found an old trunk in the attic. Inside were concert programs, black-and-white photos of him in tuxedos beside grand pianos, and letters from European music halls.
He had once been a renowned pianist. The kind that played in places with chandeliers.
But after a breakdown, he left it all behind. Never told us.
When I asked him, years earlier, why he never played, he said, “Some music sounds better in memory.”
Now I take lessons. And sometimes, I swear I can hear him in the room.
4. The Sister Who Was Never Really Family
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