The Birthday Girl

Kaelia

Bianca's first birthday was on a perfect October morning. The mountains were red and gold, and the air smelled like apples. Everything just looked so beautiful.

When I went to wake her up, Bianca was already standing in her crib, holding the rails and chattering away to herself.

"Mama!" she squealed when she saw me. "Birthday!"

"That's right, sweetie. It's your birthday. You're one today."