Birthday “He’s not coming, is he?” I squeezing my mother’s hand, the multi-colored party hat on my head slipping down. My mother squeezed back, and without a word walked back inside the house. VN:F [1.9.22_1171]please wait...Rating: 6.5/10 (62 votes cast)Birthday, 6.5 out of 10 based on 62 ratings Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window) Related