My Last Shared Birthday
Language: en
Giselle and I shared the exact same birthday. Our parents had been close friends since college, which meant our lives were tangled together long before either of us had a say in the matter. Giselle was radiant, quick-witted, and effortlessly charming. Every year, when our joint celebration rolled around, the entire room naturally gravitated toward her, leaving me hovering in the shadowy periphery like an uninvited guest. When I was ten, I finally gathered the nerve to whisper to my parents that I didn't want to share a birthday anymore. They shut me down before I could even finish the…