Sarah Friedman scowled as rain pitter pattered menacingly outside her bedroom window. It was the last day of summer vacation and this was just not the way she had envisioned spending her final hours of freedom before entering the eighth grade. Sarah pressed her forehead on the glass and peered out, brooding over the fact that she would have to spend the day inside. As she gazed out through upturned hazel eyes, the phone began to chime but Sarah was in no mood to pick it up. Mind you, it must have only been about ten feet away from where she was hunched over, in her ball of teenage self-pity. Assuming it was nobody important, Sarah rested her head on the window and let out an annoyed sigh.
It was once said, “to give much is to receive much.”
Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday dear mom, Happy Birthday to you.