I wake up to a little knock on my door; I am sure it’s mom here to tell me happy birthday. Today is my birthday; I am excited to be turning 23 today. I say to the person to come in once I sit up on my bed.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Andrea, happy birthday to you,” Mom and Abuela sing while walking into my room

“Thank you,” I say, smiling pulling them into a hug.

“Are you excited to be turning 23 today?” Mom asks smiling, once I release her from the hug.

“Yes, I am.”

“That’s wonderful, dear, and here comes...