Shedding

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   Whenever my birthday draws near, I notice that my skin starts to peel/shed whatever. I remember the first time it happened to me I was turning seven. I told my mom about it and The Simpsons was on. She just told me that its a normal thing. But when my mother's birthday came, her skin did not peel. I stopped thinking about it, but recently, I've come to look at this current phase of my skin as a sort of renewal. I'm given a new skin to enjoy and the feeling of being touched, not just by the hands of the people that love, but also with their feelings. This also serves as new day for me to continue and fight on. And so fight I shall.