Birthday
Wednesday woke up on the morning of her birthday with a heavy heart it was a day of a reminder of the passage of time, of growing older, and of the expectations that came with it. The opposite could be said for Enid when it was Wednesday's birthday for her it was a day that should have been filled with joy and celebration, but for Wednesday. it was a day she dreaded every year. Birthdays were a reminder of getting older, another year of disappointments. She couldn't understand why her family and people she allowed around her seemed so excited about their birthdays while she felt nothing but a sense of dread.
As far back as she could remember, Wednesday had always disliked her birthday. Of course Enid didn't know that.
With Enid
" Mrs. Addams what do you think I should give Wednesday for her birthday.
" My dear has never been one for her birthdays or celebrations in general but I'm sure she'd love whatever you got her"
And with that Enid set off to find Wednesday the perfect gift.
With Wednesday
Her family still wished her a horrid birthday even though they know I don't see the point in the celebration of someone's birth. She had tried to pinpoint the root cause of her birthday aversion, but it seemed elusive, buried deep within her subconscious. As the day wore on, Wednesday decided to take matters into her own hands. Wednesday hadn't seen Enid all day so she slipped out of her room and made her way to the one place where she always found solace – the local library. The familiar scent of books surrounded her as she entered, and she felt a sense of calm wash over her.
Wednesday wandered through the aisles, her fingers running along the spines of the books. She had always found comfort in the pages of a good novel, losing herself in worlds far removed from her own. She selected a few novels, both old favorites and new ones filled with darkness and abnormality.
She immersed herself in the words on the pages, Wednesday felt a glimmer of happiness within her. Slightly. This was her sanctuary, a place where she could escape from the expectations and pressures of the outside world. In the world of books, she was free to be herself, to explore new ideas, and to find solace in the characters she encountered.
Hours passed, and Wednesday lost track of time.
At Wednesday's room
Enid still wasn't back yet.
"Wednesday!"
"Wednesday!"
"Wednesday!"
" Yes Enid"
" I know it is your birthday so happy birthday" As she said this she handed Wednesday a piece of knitted fabric.
" Enid what is this?"
" It's a snood silly, I remembered how to knit so I made us matching ones mine is pink and yours is black"
" Thank you Enid I shall never lose this"
As Wednesday remembered the days events, she felt a renewed sense of purpose. She had discovered a way to claim her birthday make it her own. Instead of succumbing to the weight of expectations, she would create her own tradition. She would spend her special day surrounded by books and her favorite person ever-Enid Sinclair.