: tired of being stood up by the turkey, she often wishes she had a summer birthday like his (today). Every year he scores lots of prezzies & cake—not a slice of pumpkin pie with a hasty candle stuck in it like a barber pole!
: he doesn't understand, not really. He's s Gemini. and so he's celebrated many parties to tide him over. She's a Sagittarius. The arrow. She hasn't had enough parties to carry her through the lean years. Unfortunately nearly every year is lean as the naked turkey carcass the day after the feast. All it's ready for is the soup pot.
: everyone always forgets, or they're out of town, at the relatives. Even her mother forgot, only remembering after everyone was too full to even sing Happy Birthday, let alone, eat cake. If there was one. There wasn't. She was ten. The wounds.
: she's learned that no one ever will actually "make it up" to her. If she's lucky, she might score an obscure last-minute gift card she has no use for—purchased at some drugstore checkout line. Another guilty case of leftovers.
: maybe letting her yard revert to wilderness would offer enough camouflage to lose the turkeys. Now, if only she had a yard—living in the city. The hummingbird appreciates her postage stamp sized wilderness. It perches on the crepe myrtle and croaks at her. Its neck is a dark fire in sunlight.
: yes, let her eat cake. Let it be chocolate. Call it folly. Then she will be thankful for a Diogenes candle to light the way.