“What’s my middle name?” He asks me.
In seconds I answer him, confident and with a smirk.
A sound of surprise breaks the silence.
“My birthday?”
Again I answered.
The day he came into this world was on the cusp of spring and summer,
A joyful entrance into the universe that bridged the gap between the blooming of flowers and the beating of sun.
What a coincidence that he made flowers bloom within my chest
And then left me to bake in the heat of my cheeks as they turned red with the embarrassment of not being good enough for him.