So, you've finally made it. You are now a part of the world of bone-breaking idiots, (no drinking!) driving, bully hormones, painstaking responsibility, temper-testing jobs, actually paying attention in school, annoying mothers, pain-in-the-butt siblings (cousins, smol people in general), and shotgun-wielding fathers......

Have fun! *walks out* :-P

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*sprints back into room singing excruciatingly off key to the tune of "Happy Birthday" whilst juggling jello spellbooks*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,
MAKE A WISH, MAYBE TWO,
I MADE YOU A PUNCAKE CAKE,
BUT SENT IT TO KALAMAZOO! (OOPS!)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YA,
IT'S YOUR DAY, AUNTIE LA,
YOUR HORMONES NOW HATE YOU,
BUT YOU'RE STILL LOVED BY US ALL!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THEE,
YOU'RE CUTER THAN A PYGMY,
YOUR DAD WILL NEVER LET YOU LEAVE THE HOUSE,
CAUSE YOU'RE TURNING 13!

Dearest Lama,
due to no time and crashing graphic design apps, this pathetic rewrite of the birthday song is all I have to give you on this very special day. (Ew, I sound like a grandma.)
Anyway, I'm truly sorry for my, seemingly, lack of effort.
You are an awesomazing friend, auntie, puncake, and human, and nothing i could ever write or create could express your beauty. Have a momentous 13th day of birth! I hope it's as awesome as you are!
Love you, La. Always. ❤❤

AND CUT!