18.

Last night, in the hour of eleven.

Silvia, a nice enough stranger,

paid for my bus ride.

I only had a twenty,

giving my last pocket change to a bum,

keeping my cool about it.

"Hey stay there, I'll talk with you!" inside a packed metro bus.

"Hi, my names Anthony. Whats your name?"

"Silvia" a calm heavy set girl stood.

Asking for her age, "I'm seventeen."

"Seventeen? Thats cool. Its my birthday on Monday..." we both knew my next question.

"How old do I look?" with one hand scanning my presence.

With a curious face, knowing her guess is wrong,

though says anyway, "Sixteen."

"Sixteen?! Im turning 18!"

7/1/12

12:02-12:06

Its my birthday today!!