20 years ago, a pregnant woman was wheeled into a ward, screaming and shouting for someone to get the freaking baby out of her. That woman even signed her own papers instead of waiting for her husband because the baby was kicking violently inside and she wanted the baby out. That woman was my mine and the baby that was kicking before it met synthetic light was me.
Fun fact, my dad said that I look like ET when I was young. Well, at least it was fun for you. Thanks dad for telling me I look like an alien with my disproportionately large ears, it helped a lot with my self confidence that I looked weird since I was young. Then again, don't all babies look weird and what's with the soft spot on top of the head, it is like a self-destruct button.
I used to make a big deal about my birthday. On my birthday I was the prince, adored by my subjects and no one is allowed to go against my wishes. It was law, deal with it. I still remember that my mom would wake my brother and I early on our birthdays and make us a special western breakfast and a lighted candle made it so much more special. The western breakfast wasn't the greatest but to me it was so special. My mom cared enough to wake up an hour earlier just to cook that for us and seeing all of their smiling faces lighted by the faint candle was more than any birthday present that I could wish for. Well, unless they took me for a weekend in Disneyland, that would have been more awesome. Hey, just telling the truth.
My dad would give me an additional 5 dollars pocket money on my special day so I could buy anything I want.However, in one occasion, he accompanied to the canteen and bought me candies himself instead and that was to me, a more special and memorable gesture.
My mom would brought a cake home, just a simple one with lots of white frosting and maybe a generic cartoon character that was suppose to appeal to every kid. I would sit in front of the cake and wearing my metaphorical crown-of-the-day, I would listen to my family singing the happy birthday song. After that, I'll open the present and then go back to bed with a wide grin plastered on my face. It was my day and they made it special.
However, as I grew up, birthdays became less special. I forgot since which birthday that my mom stopped making the western breakfast and my dad stopped giving me extra pocket money. I distinctly remembered that I was so sad that my special day wasn't special anymore just because I'm older. I was no longer a prince and the happy birthday song didn't make me blush and giggle like it used to. However, I think my parents sensed that as I grew up, my friend played a more prominent part in celebrating my birthday. They would let me go out with them and celebrate my day and although I was immensely grateful for my friends, I still wished that my parents would make more a big deal on my birthday like they used too.
My friends gave me some of the most memorable birthdays that I could ever had. Frosting on my face, hidden birthday presents, choruses of the happy birthday song and most of all, their presence was the best gift. I actually liked cards or hand-made gifts more, I just feel warm and fuzzy looking at those happy wishes just for me on my special day.
Tomorrow I am going to turn 20. I hope I never forget how special one's birthday is. Please Ricky, remember to make your future children a special western breakfast with candle lights in the morning until you can no longer cook. Continue on the tradition and brighten some days.
Happy Birthday to me. XD
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