A normal person would step into a party and immediately help themselves to hors d'oeuvres on the nearest table. A normal person could move down a buffet snatching portions of every item along the way. A normal person wouldn’t have to worry about life or death every single day of their existence.
I sat in my little chair, glancing over at the remainder of the hello kitty array. Talk about a coordinated birthday party! Cups, plates, napkins, and balloons were complete with images of this charming character. As I scanned the innocent faces of my fellow friends, it was evident they were enjoying their cake. Huge spoonfuls atop plastic utensils chugged their way inside parted lips. Evidence of crusty chocolate encompassed smiling mouths. Puffy cheeks chomped chunks of icing, swishing around whirlwinds of sugar. Here I was, experiencing envy towards these carefree children.
The temptations were difficult to cope with. Severe food allergies have been an issue throughout my entire life. They butt in with everyday activities, special occasions, and spontaneous outings. This birthday party was simply an example of the incidents that I constantly face.
It will never be easy to witness such a situation, though I have grown accustomed to them. My life will never be normal. I will always be the high maintenance girl.