@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter 2Rebecca’s birthdayI loved birthdays. My birthday was one time during the year that I was made to feel like a princess and one of the few times that my mother was actually nice to me all day long. As a child, my birthday celebrations had included big family get-togethers, Pizza Hut pizza-making parties, and smaller family parties. For some reason, birthdays were very important to Mom, and she would become consumed with trying to make bigger and better birthday parties every year. She almost looked forward to birthdays more than I did.There was no better way to spend a birthday morning than l in Mrs. Beamish’s 3rd grade clasroom. The birthday student would get a special decorated chair for the day, wear a crown on his or her head, and be leader in every line for the entire day! The principal would even get on the loudspeaker and wish the student a happy birthday—so the entire school would know about it!Today was Rebecca’s birthday.
