It was
Kim's birthday last week. She's one of those people who doesn't like their birthdays, something I've always had trouble with. But then I think back to my childhood, as the only child and favorite of my entire family, who lavished me with toys and affection and lots and lots of sweets. And I realize that not everyone has the sense of entitlement that i have, the sense that leads me to expect people to give me things and treat me like the King of Los Angeles on my birthday.
And I shed a tear at the thought that not everyone has had the good fortune to be as spoiled as i am.
