Happy Birthday, Sita. One day early? Oh, aren’t I so very, very witty?
10 years ago, I celebrated your birthday with you for the first time. You were in bed puking your brains out. It was a shade of green that I had never quite experienced before, something similar to the color of the innards of an alvocado. I will never forget your words as I brought to your bedside a bowl of soup. It went something like this, “I can’t drink that prefabricated crap. You’re going to make me vomit.” I grew up on Campbell’s Soup and saw that you were already vomitting, so I knew it wouldn’t do you any greater harm to live like the rest of us.
Besinhos . . .