Happy Birthday "Happy birthday to you!" The wild singing began. "Happy birthday to you!" My family always made the singing unbelieveably crazy. "Happy birthday, dear Ashlynn!" They were still the only people who called me Ashlynn. "Happy birthday to you!" I couldn't stop smiling as my mother held up her nikon to take a photo of me and my cake. 'Fifteen,' I thought. 'Wow, I sure did live longer than expected.' As I blew out the every or of my candles, smoky member after family member brought in presents. Every box and bag covered in bright, cheery colors. "You guys didn't have to do this," I yell. It was hard enough or all of them to hear me over the chatting. "Of course we did," Grandma Jenny said. "We all know it took you an effort to stay alive this long because of the-" "That's enough," My mother said sternly. Grandma Jenny always brought up the worst things at the wrong moments. "Sorry, I was just reminding her," Jenny replied. "I believe we all don't want to be reminded of that," My father added. "Well anyways, Happy fifteenth Champ," Uncle Joe said.
