My Birthday

“Happy Birthday! Joyeux anniversaire, le petit Pinot!”

My mum’s voice echoed up the stairs.

It’s my birthday today. My mum is most pleased with it.

In spite of my illness, I have my birthday today. I’m 13 years old.

I hope I’ll have one or two more birthdays. Am I too greedy or optimistic?

I don’t think so. I’m now very fit as my standard.

“Pippy, where are you?”

Oh, dear, she’s looking for me. What for? Are we playing hide-and-seek?? Time for medication!!!
No way! Go hide myself, quick, quick! Under the bed or cover myself with the duvet?

Mmmm, happy birthday to me, anyway …