SEVENTY FIVE

Twelve years ago...

"Oh my god!" I squealed in my kiddy car seat, kicking my feet and jumping up and down until my butt hurt in the back seat of my parents' Honda Civic. "My very own iPad. I must be the luckiest girl in the world!"

"Now, honey, just because we bought you an iPad, you know the rules," my Mom spoke in a severe tone while I ignored the warning of it.

"Yes, mommy. Use only on the weekends and holidays. I know, don't worry."

"Love, let our princess enjoy her gift," Dad, with his British accent, made another turn on the curb on a tough rainy season. "She deserves it for being a model student. My little smart bumblebee."

Today is my birthday, a perfect day turning six years old, and it had to rain. I don't get why God had to ruin my day for me. My Mom said he was crying because he was happy about this special day.

My parents picked me up after choir practice, I was the youngest among the junior group at the church my family attended, and my Mom was one of those people who su