"You're not the first to have that reaction. And thank you." I don't really celebrate my birthday, well, except for the one time. And you always tried to do something nice, but mostly... no. Another thing to wonder about, I suppose.

"I remember a great deal although some of the finer details escape me still. I remember knowing people, but not always how I know them. I can't remember how you and I met, for example, but I remember we were friendly." That, at least, makes me smile. I like having friends, it feels like, well, rebellion, I suppose. Mother never allowed it and anything Mother forbade feels nice. "How are you? Are you out here alone today?"