Birthdays are some of the worst social gatherings that people who are part of the family are forced to go to. The only good thing there would be the cake and if you’re lucky, the alcohol. However, the alcohol at this children’s party is being stowed away for the Smiths to enjoy a night with after their children go to sleep, before they go into the basement and get busy. I’ll spare you the details. Oh how I just wish I can do that to myself.

As a mind reader and being very well known for it among the family, it’s easier to have people leave you alone. Cause when you’re heartless and sadistic enough, you get to watch the family break apart from all the secrets unburied. A bad reputation on my part, but who is willing to try and lecture a girl who can ruin your marriage with Uncle Bert in just under a minute. They can try and fight me, it’s not like I can read your mind and tell you’re about to throw a chair at my face.

So another birthday party, some second cousin that was just popped out the womb 12 months ago. Congrats, your parents didn’t let you die. It is always a wonder as to why I get invited to the parties. Not like I can avoid the answers, which most of the time, is for tattling on someone. It’s a sort of business I’ve adapted to once everyone knew I could started magically mind read one day. Almost all of the woman at the parties would pay me depending on what they want to know, which would then end up as fight by the end of the day.