3+1=loss

   There was talk.  There was always talking going on among the "big people" back in 1942, but this time the talk caught my attention.  In the dim recesses of my undeveloped mind, I sensed it would affect me, and for the worse.  The talk was that Dorothy was about to have a birthday---she would turn 3.  I felt dejected.  Though I knew I was 4 years old, I remembered being 3, and I didn't realize I had to lose that distinction.  The fact that I had to pass what had been mine on to someone else made me feel sad and disappointed. I felt destined to lose one of the few things I could lay claim to.   Was nothing sacred?