Tomorrow would have been my birthday had I been born on my due date. I'm writing this the night before thanksgiving. It's strange to think in an alternate universe, my birthday falls on a national holiday every few years instead of in late August. I think I would feel gypped if I had to celebrate my arrival into life on a day where everyone else is celebrating something else. I will never know that feeling, but I think about it more often than I'd ever admit. Not in a longing way, I will never know the version of me in the alternate universe. I am not her and she is not me.