I never sleep, the night before my birthday. Its not the usual kind of excitement - i dont get all wound up about whether ill get a new CD player or a pair of rollerblades or a guitar. Its a guitar, anyway - dad told me.
Im not stressed about a party or a sleepover or a trip to the ice rink, either. We have this tradition, dad told me. We stay home with a takeaway and a video. If its his birthday, dad picks indian food, along with something hippy-dippy or all-action to watch, like Lord of the ring or Star wars. When i was little, i used to go for Disney, then soppy stuff like The secret garden or Fairy tale. This year we've got Sky TV and i get to have complete charge of the remote control all evening. Ill probably just skip between MTV and Kerrang!, munching pizza as i flick.
Birthdays are pretty cool, i know. Its just that, no matter how hard i try, i cant relax, i cannot care - and im always a little bit scared the night before. Every year, im up at Dawn watching for the postman, because theres one very special card - a Parcel, even, sometimes - i just have to get. Its the only day of the year i hear from her😔.
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Cathy Cassidy Dizzy
RandomA Rainbow-striped hat . . . A Postcard from Marrakesh . . . A Dreamcatcher . . . A Ragdoll. . . Dizzy's mum left when she was small. But every year , on her birthday , something arrives in the post - a present or a card with her mum's loopy writing...
