The year you were born, the following things happened:
My mom went on vacation by herself to Florida. I begged and begged to go with. Nope.
I wrote my name minus a letter on my assignments; my teachers told me I spelled my name wrong my response: did I or did my parents?
I was a Gold Star in the classroom American christmas π show (while my mom was in Florida).
Needless to say, cried a lot that year.
1+9+9+3= the number I was in auditions. It isn’t fake. I see clearly now, the rain is gone for the enemies of you.