Most people have regular birhdays... to celebrate their birth and how much they mean to them to have them in this messed up world. But of course I never had one. Ever. My parents didn't believe in it, they seemed to know only me as a curse and not a person. I didn't mind. I pretty much never knew how being in a family felt like, that security. I guess I only came to see it in my time with the Circus. I was thirteen... and I told only Anton when I was bored when he asked. October 24th 1994 in Chicago, IL. At least that's what my birthday certificate said before my father burned it in front of me as they casted me out of their lives. But back on track. I knew it was my 'birthday' but of course it just felt like a regular day, and when I got out of bed I didn't see Anton in the bed next to me. Of course I wondered where the little neko went, going to the open area outside, bare foot in the cold snow. Yes it snowed early here in Siberia. As I made my way over to the little tent we had on the other side, which was where Anton was usually found if I didn't know where that little pink-haired being was, and went inside. I blinked, suddenly hearing "Surprise!" I jumped back, practically having a heart attack. Even though my eyes flashed with a bit of anger, I was more surprised then ever. There in front of me was a birthday cake, saying "Happy birthday Raven.". Since when has my birthday been a happy day? Anton was smiling brightly, lighting the candles as I looked around, there was everyone... and I mean everyone. The twin Ringo brother, the bird lady (Who I still loved to watch preform and found out her name was Matalina), James, the demon dog, and just everyone. Then to my left I spotted a table full of gift wrapped boxes... labelled with my name. This must be a joke. Annie smiled brightly at me, making me a bit more relaxed in a way as he gestured to the cake. "Blow out the candles and make a wish..." he said sweetly and softly, he must be joking right? I just shrugged, blowing out the candles... yet no wish came to my brain till later. I just wished I could stay here forever. I just realized this was the family I never had. My home. Anton made me smile when he eagerly cut the cake, giving it to me and I blinked, it being red velvet. My favourite. I just guessed he paid attention to my likes and dislikes, happily eating it. God it was so good. The other 'freaks', which we said normally around here and didn't care, went over to the table, the little boy with snake skin running up to me and holding up the first little box eagerly. I just had to smile down at him, he was always so sweet to people, yet everyone his age was always scared of him just cause of his skin. I found it even more unique about him. As I took the bright green box his yellow snake eyes lit up. The velvet pink ribbon went through my nimble long fingers, lightly ripping away the wrapping paper and opening up the box. Inside was a snake eye necklace... home-made and beautiful to my eyes honestly. I smiled down at him, "Thanks..." was all I murmured, but that just made him jump with glee as I put it on, wearing it proudly for all to see. As the Ringo brothers came up, leading a line of presents I just smiled... something only Anton had the pleasure to see. They were so nice to me, welcoming me in when I needed them most. My first birthday with my first real family shall always be in my mind to this day. A day of gratefulness.