She remained silent, her eyes fixed greedily on the cards on the table. Then she picked one up, caressed it, and asked me what the PIN was. I stared at her face, watching it flush with excitement."My birthday," I said coldly.She looked at me and then muttered, "Zero-one-zero-four," repeatedly, oblivious to my lowered gaze. "Mommy, my birthday has never been January 4th."My shoe size is six. I don't like spicy food. I'm allergic to milk, which makes me break out in hives. And January 4th isn't my birthday."When you asked me what I wished for, I told you that saying it out loud would make it not come true. “The truth is, I didn’t know what to wish for on such a strange day, sitting before a table full of food I didn’t like. "I have to say though, your acting was impressive. There were many moments when you almost convinced me. "Unfortunately, Mommy, the love you acted out was far from sincere."With just a glance, I could spot a thousand flaws.” I could no longer s
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