Around 1982 when dinosaurs still roamed Earth and Sesame Street reached its first teen year of 13, I had my 3rd birthday. To celebrate, we had a simple home party with my immediate family members complete with food and cake. What more could a kid ask for, right? Well, there was one thing wrong though. For reasons unknown, the birthday girl looked anything but excited.

There I was, surrounded by my sisters, the maid and dear Mami, and looking as sour as curdled milk. ... [Read More]