It was my birthday. Well its just another birthday but for me this birthday is different.
I don't know if its just because of approaching-adulting-thing or because of the weather. I don't know but it feels unusual. Its the first time I am not giddy up about my birthday. I even almost forgot that its my birthday if it wasn't for my bud Mark Zuckerberg who reminded me about the day. Honestly, I am the type of person who is excited for her birthday weeks before and me actually forgetting my birthday its very unusual.
My celebration? Its simple. There is no party, no balloons, no pools. Just my family. That's all. We just played a Happy Birthday song and cooked spaghetti. Its that simple but still it made me happy. Even without extravagant celebration spending their precious time with me is an irreplaceble gift. I will cherish every moment with them and I am grateful to them for always trying. I don't know how many more birthdays I could celebrate with them. But I hope its as many as the strands of pasta I ate.
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Non-Fictionthings I want to share. my journey along adolesence. my personal diary and guide.
