Moments to remember

Candles on the cake

Dee Dee's POV

~April 9th~

I was sitting on the high chair waiting for my order in Chinese restaurant to be prepared. The place had that traditional aura with music, look and even scent and there were no way that you could feel uncomfortable here. I leaned my elbows on the smooth counter made of dark wood and started playing with colorful bangles on my hands. Soon, my mind was no longer in a cozy restaurant filled with smell of Soya sauce but at the exhausting gathering of my family. Actually, at my birthday. I'm really not trying to sound as some fake ms. Know it all, but the truth is I am not a birthday lover. I don't like the fact that there is one special day in the year when everyone worship you and the rest of the year you just spend hating each other. Yes, It's nice to celebrate the day you came to life, but why in the spectacular way? Why people can't love each other the same way all the time no matter If you were born that day or not, and just stop pretending. I frowned remembering my birthday celebrations over the years. My sixth birthday when my mother had that crazy idea about princess castle birthday party, that I didn't approve, but nobody took my complains seriously. Anyways, right before birthday song and cake, grandpa James started fight with pony (yeah, it was obvious that it wasn't an unicorn). A pony! Just for the record pony won and my grandfather ended with sore hand. Then, my tenth birthday. You may think that when you celebrate a birthday by the pool nothing can go wrong, but that's not true. My mother accidentally (no, not really) spilled her wine all over white uniform of a waitress that said that my dad had perfect body and asked him if he wanted massage. I don't know what my parents were thinking. It's our daughter's birthday so why not flirt shamelessly and make drama after that.

Beef with oyster sauce and Lemon chicken, gentle voice of a waitress with dark hair picked up in a modest bun shook me from my thoughts.

That's right, I stood up, quickly finding right amount of cash in my boho orange bag. Thank you, Lian, I waved leaving the restaurant with paper bag full of food.

As I was walking slowly to my destination I was trying to think of my best birthday. After my 13th birthday my parents finally realized that parties were just the waste of time and since then my birthday consists of taking few people out to drink and quick, but still annoying family dinner before it. I smiled remembering my 16th birthday that was different than any of those. Weather was nice, Spencer took me to the camping trip, in his same lame but lovable van, our tent was totally rugged, but we didn't care Now when I think of it, it was kind of cool that we had sex for the first time on my birthday.

After one corner and just few minutes of walking I was at the right place. The pathway of the solid grey stone was leading from the stunning hedgerow gate all the way to the fairly asymmetrical building covered with tall, wide windows. Someone would say that house with that much glass on it isn't secure, but If you are a hippie, or at least the nature lover, you would appreciate sunlight filling your living room. And If you are a hippie, and a lawyer, especially successful one, which owners of this house are, you could live in a paradise like this, and still, be safe.

Dee Dee, honey! , familiar female high pitched voice echoed through the well kept garden that looked like It was a photo cut out of the professional magazine. Just that garden had a special charm. I'm not complaining, Pablo is a great gardener, and I am proud that our backyard is so landscaped like, but their garden, wild, but still graceful Like a fairytale. In the shade of an old willow, redhead woman was standing with lavender in her one hand and wine glass in other. Red bandanna was almost covering her curls and she was wearing tribal tunic and washed bell bottoms. Her arms were covered with bangles that was similar to ones that I had and colorful rings. And next to her was her husband. No, not husband, partner. His long dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he had jeans and shirt similar to his son clothes. Actually, they resembled to each other a lot. Dressed like this It was hard to believe that this hippie couple can be powerful tigers in court