Many days, I struggle to feel as though I am both heard and seen, wondering if my written and spoken words are of any significance or importance to anyone, even those I am related to and often around.
Then, a couple days ago, I thought back to my early childhood, the time period when most of my family birthday parties were videotaped and later watched.
There was one childhood birthday in particular, roughly around age three or four, where I am seen on tape by myself, digging into a slice of birthday cake while proudly singing, “It’s A Hard Knock Life,” from the musical, “Annie.” During this brief montage, it appears no one except my cousin who shouted, “Hey, everyone, Melissa is singing!” heard me.
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