My Funeral Falls on My Mother's Death Anniversary

My birthday was on the same day as the death anniversary of my mother, Sarah Mitchell.

After Sarah died, I no longer celebrated my birthday.

When I was forced to call my father, George Jensen, the murderer had a gun to my head.

"Dad, today is my eighteenth birthday. Can you come and celebrate my birthday with me?"

However, George didn't notice anything unusual, and all that came through was an angry rant filled with hatred.

"You killed your mother, but you were shameless enough to ask me to celebrate your birthday. Why weren't you the one who died?"