Dedicated to: Prosperita Canapi
I excitedly jump off my bed and threw a glance at my self in the mirror.
No changes... still beautiful. Chuckles!
A smile crept into my lips, knowing that today is my day!
My birthday!
I get my self ready for school.
As I turn on my data, notifications rushed through my screen.
"Happy birthday, Pros! Stay pretty and don't forget that I'm cute!"
"Hey! You've grown up so fast. Happy birthday and more birthdays to come!"
"Yow, Kabs! Sorry for everything that I've done. I love you, Kabs! Happy birthday, god bless you!"
"Happy birthdaaaayyy!! I'm excited for the foooooddss!!"
I just shook my head and smiled widely. They remembered this day.
Wearing my enormous mood, I went downstairs only to see no one only my cat.
Even my sisters aren't here.
There's a pang in my heart and any time now, my tears will drift again and again.
I am expecting them to greet me just like the past years.
But I guess, it's different now.
My feet walked deadly to school— head's down.
This is supposed to be my happiest day but it turned out just to be just my normal day.
"Happy birthday, dear Pros~, Happy birthday to you~"
The song ended up with claps and I'm trying my best to cheer my self up.
I don't want them to discreet how gloomy I am right now.
As the sun sets down in the horizon, I waved my hands to my friends saying 'goodbye'.
Defying silence welcomed me when I opened the door.
My younger sister is smiling nonstop while typing on her phone.
My elder sister is watching TV while eating junk foods quietly.
I am sure that my parents aren't here.
I let a soft sigh and headed my way to my room.
'They didn't remember this day.'
"Mom, Dad? Didn't you remember something special today?"
Finally! I get to ask them.
"Huh?" It's mom.
"I don't remember something special today, sweetie."
"Okay."
I just continued eating not minding my sisters teasing at each other.
Today is May 26, 2020 yet they never greeted me a happy birthday.
Why? Don't they remember my birthday?
It's already 8 in the morning but I am still situated on my bed.
It feels like, something's encumbered on my shoulders!
I shifted my glimpse at the door when someone knocked.
"Door's open," I said with somber in my tone.
My eyes are closed and all I know this time is, 'I want to be alone.'
"Prosperitaaaang! The foods are getting cold!"
"I don't wanna eat, ate".
"Okay. There's a carbonara there and I'm going to eat—"
"First one to go downstairs! HAHAHAHA!!"
I ran instantaneously to the kitchen as fast as I can.
No way my sister eat my favorite food!
"HAPPY BIRTHDAAAYY!"
My tears spontaneously fell down when I saw my friends and my family in front me, holding party hats and confetti.
Foods are also placed nicely on the table.
"Oh? Why are you crying?" dad asked with a smile plastered on his face.
"I thought you've forgotten my birthday. Thank you for this belated surprise."
Dad tapped my shoulder, making me burst out my tears.
Damn! My classmates are laughing nonstop!
They even take a video of me– crying!
"Didn't you remember what I've said to you before?" I shook my head.
"You were born in May 24, 2004."
"I know," I said while wiping my tears streaming down my face.
"In May 25, 2004, 10:58 in the evening; You're not breathing anymore. We panicked and prayed for a miracle."
"At exactly 12:00 am in May 26, you're back. You were born again. You even giggled. That day, we changed your name from Mae to Prosperity."
"Because Prosperita is for Prosperity and Prosperity is for Prosperita."
I hugged my family and cried a lot. It's not them who forget my second birthday... It's me who forget my own story.
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SPA Dedications
Historia CortaA pure dedication for each and everyone of my classmates from SPA (SPECIAL PROGRAM IN THE ARTS) section, batch 2020-2021. Most of these are made way back 2020 and posted it online. Now that I got the chance to share here, why won't I grab that chan...