You’ve always been forthright.
As a child it was charming, but now people avoid you.
Today is your 21st birthday.
You hand us a crude notebook, full of everything you’ve left unsaid.
As we flick through every blank page, you express a wry smile.
We look back with affection. (270 characters)
As I was late to take up the challenge, this one comes on time, but two days later than the last one.