I am in a place where I am not supposed to be. I'm in this damn day that changed everything. There is a rhythmic knock on my bedroom door. “Come in,” I sing happily. My father comes in and sits on the edge of my bed. “Hey, angel. Do you need anything? » asks my father. It will be my birthday in a week. Do I need anything? No. Do I want something? Yes of course. I'm going to be 13! 13! I'm going to be a woman! I can swear, listen to rap, talk about puberty and drink cola. I will be a teenager (wait, is that possible? ). I'm kidding. It's amazing how you always want things when it's not your birthday and when it's your birthday you don't know what to do.