Twenty-Seven
26th October, Friday
Today is the most special day, E. Today, eighteen years ago, you were born covered in blood and screaming your throat out. Yes, I wanted to make sure you cringed.
I can’t imagine growing up without you by my side. I’ve successfully completed my first ever book so I could give it to you as your birthday gift. Ignore the mistakes, grammar Nazi. I may or may not have written their first intimate moment from personal experience . . . if you get my drift.
Even though I am a mess, I hope you know that you mean everything to me.
Love,
Kiara