"Family of 4 killed in car crash" I read, taking a peek at the newspaper article my father was reading.
It was my 18th birthday today, the milestone to my adulthood, the day I've been waiting for my entire life. A 7-year old girl happily playing in the corner was my sister. I could see my mother watering the garden lilies even though I do not recall having a garden before.
It seemed strange as no one had even bothered to wish me or even talk to me. The strange feeling of loneliness overcame as a strong gust of wind howling at your face sends chills up the spine.
It was almost nightime and there wasn't still a person who remembered my special day or atleast I thought there would've been a surprise party for me.
Dejected I went to bed, thinking maybe they don't do that here... They don't celebrate birthday's in the Land of the Dead.
