Every summer her family had a barbecue to celebrate her birthday.

And every summer she would receive hugs that made her grimace, as they came in contact with her arms.

And every summer they would ask, "Why the sweater?"

And every summer she would turn around and whisper, "I was cold."

And every summer she would make a sad smile when she went to blow out her candles and wished for death.

And last summer she had tears in her eyes as she, "I love you." And "See you soon."

And this summer there was no barbecue, because this summer there was no birthday...