It's my birthday today. That's why I'm here, instead of wandering around. I wanted to see Mummy and Daddy.
Look at them. They aren't even celebrating. They're not having fun, and birthdays are supposed to be fun. Instead, Mummy's all upset and Daddy's trying not to be upset in front of Mummy, like he's embarrassed. But when he's on his own, he cries like she does.
They used to talk to me - tell me things. Little things. Like what was on the news and that Kerry down the road has got a new red tricycle. I wanted a red tricycle so much. Daddy said I could have one when I wake up, but the doctor said I might never wake up.
I'm scared.
I want