As a plucky, rambunctious six year old, I still felt the world held infinite possibilities. I was happy then. I think Mom was happy enough, too, with it being just the two of us most of the time. She wasn’t much of a joiner, so we generally kept to ourselves and didn’t socialize much outside a friendly wave to a neighbor at the mailbox or some small talk over the produce at the grocery store with a nice lady who worked there. We didn’t see my father much, but that was to be expected when your father was a vampire slayer. Slayers were, technically, supposed to stay away from their loved ones to protect them, but Father could never stay away for too long. No matter what, he always managed to see us a few times a year; especially for my birthday.
That was why I especially looked forward to my birthday. It wasn’t only the chocolate layer cake handmade with love by my mom. It wasn