Happy Birthday Mrs President
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Once upon a time, in a strange, savage land, there lived a famous actress. In this absurd country, called the United States of America, nothing was based in reality. This performer was not much different from others in her field, as she was narcissistic and self-absorbed, but her trauma-filled past allowed her to bring something else to the tabl
Ben Simon Lazarus
Ben Simon Lazarus is a best-selling author who broke onto the scene in 2020. His eagerly awaited debut in the publishing industry was well received. His books left him with an undeniable passion for writing that has encouraged him to broaden his horizons as much as possible. He made his debut in the family life fiction genre with a story that means so much to him. Due to popular demand, the story has been renewed, allowing for a unique reader experience, like never before. Born in London, England, Lazarus earned a BSc in Politics and International Relations at the University of Southampton. He would then go on to discover a career in freelance PR and journalism. Afterwards, he worked alongside award-winning screenwriters, which would lead to his introduction to creative writing. The drive to be an influential writer, publisher, and creator keeps Ben pushing toward his ultimate dream of creating renowned literature that will be seen the world over. He always strives to create the most unique content on the market. So, enjoy this foray into family-fiction writing with Ben Simon Lazarus' story.
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Happy Birthday Mrs President - Ben Simon Lazarus
Chapter 1
Mom abandoned me for the first time when I was seven. I didn’t know she abandoned me. All I knew was that my dad started fixing my breakfast before school. That was mom’s job, and she did a better job than dad, who put a box of fruit loops, milk, bowl, and spoon on the table. He was efficient, if not exactly cognizant of what I liked to eat. Then, again, he never ate breakfast with me. He sometimes would sip coffee and talk to mom while I was there, but sitting down and talking school stuff? That must have caused him pain, because he never did it. He was smart enough to turn on the TV—cartoons—before he disappeared into his home office. At seven, I was more than responsible enough to rinse out my bowl and load the dishwasher. Dad would reappear just before the yellow school bus picked me up.
Be good. Work hard.
He said the same thing every morning, as if I might forget. I had a good memory, and I told him so. It made no difference.
Be good. Work hard.
It was maybe a week before I asked about mom. Dad said she was on vacation and would return in another week or two or three. Dad wasn’t specific about mom. No one was. She was a force all by herself. I knew she had good days and bad days because of my clothes. One day, my closet would be stuffed with clean and ironed skirts, jeans, pants, tops, all the clothes a little girl could need. It was exactly like the fridge. One day filled with good things to eat. Then, nothing for days on end. The closet, like the fridge, became bare. And it wasn’t as if mom wasn’t home. She was. But for some reason, the cooking and cleaning and washing didn’t happen regularly. Sometimes, I had to remind her that I was running out of underwear. That usually stoked the fire, but not always.
When mom returned that first time, it was Christmas in February. The closet and fridge were always full. I ate pancakes, my favorite, every morning. School was actually fun, and I didn’t hear Be good. Work hard.
once. The good, new days. I think dad was pretty happy too. I caught him smiling on two occasions. Those perfect weeks flashed by. Then, mom left again.
The era of fruit loops and macaroni arrived. I had settled in for the long days of sugar and food from a box, when dad struck it rich. I wasn’t quite sure what he did, but he was good at it. Because, while mom was away
, dad hired a housekeeper and a gardener and an au pair. I had no idea what an au pair was, but pancakes for breakfast and clean clothes were fine with me. The au pair had her room, and she stayed there mostly, except for the nights when she crept into dad’s room. I had no idea what that was about, and as long as the new clothes and toys arrived, I didn’t care. The au pair was the only person dad didn’t yell at—and that included me.
Be good. Work hard.
I always thought the Advisors came with the au pair. I mean, they showed up at the same time. I don’t remember when I started calling them advisors
. I do remember when one of my dolls, Smelly-Nelly, spoke to me. Her lips didn’t move, but I heard the voice plain as day, one of those whiny voices from TV. Smelly-Nelly talked to me about Saylor, a boy at school who thought it great fun to pinch people. He especially like to pinch me. Sure, the teacher spoke to Saylor about it, but her gentle pleadings didn’t work. He would nod and promise and pinch someone on the way to his desk. I met a lot of Saylors later in life, and they were all assholes.
The next time Saylor pinches you,
Smelly-Nelly said, you take your ruler and smack his nose…hard.
Now, I had been steeped in non-physical responses to pinchers, and name-callers, and trippers, and all the types that existed on the playground. No one had ever told me to haul off and nail someone. So, Smelly-Nelly’s advice rang true. The next time Saylor pinched my arm, I grabbed my ruler and smacked him. How was I to know that his nose would bleed, and he would cry like a baby? The teacher gave Saylor a tissue to try and rescue his already ruined shirt and hustled him to the nurse. The other kids just stared at me.
The Saylor mission cost me recess for two weeks. Dad sat me down for a thirty second talk that included an Atta girl
for showing initiative. Still, I had to promise that I wouldn’t do it again.