In America, everyone knows their birthday, but I don’t know mine. I guess there wasn’t a calendar readily available to my mom when I was born in the refugee camp in Kenya. Maybe that makes me different from other teenagers, but I have lots of similarities to them too. I like to drink coffee and hang out with my friends. I want to go to university and study something in human services. I want to help people in need, maybe under-served kids -- the ones no one knows are hurting on the inside. I see myself and my friends in them. I want to live away from home and be independent before I get married. (Of course, my mom is nervous for me...just like other moms!) I also want to go to prom. I’m a senior, so of course, I want to go! I’d like a white or pink dress with sparkly beading. And heels...I want to wear heels. That’s pretty typical American, isn’t it?