I had to be raised, again. While being rised, I noticed how I don't see my body changing, yet, when I went to look at the mirror, it shows me as Maria. Well at least I didn't hit puberty yet, but I have to experience it again. But today is my 7th birthday, or at least it is presumed. I see myself, or Maria, looking like me, as 23. Man, I wish I was me again, yet I don't. Although I miss myself, I love being my younger sister.
My mom brings out the birthday cake and tells me to blow them out. I liked that tradition, except I wish it was true. I blow them out, and ate my slice of cake. It was a Saturday, and I was wearing my pajamas, so I was happy. My new friends were there, and I get to reexperience this moment, in my new life.
(BTW, I know this was short, sorry)