Celebrating my birthday
It was my 13th birthday, it wasn’t a special one like the other birthdays I had when I was younger, with big parties and full of balloons, other kids running around and playing games, but that is just a memory now.
I heard my brother playing the piano, trying to play happy birthday when I was in the toilet upstairs, but when I came down, I didn’t expected to see a banner and balloons around the bars in our house, It was unexpected but I wasn’t entirely surprised. We mostly ate food, I requested pancakes for breakfast, so Mom ordered pancakes. After eating we are back with our personal lives again, since it was a weekday and weekdays are still workdays. My brother and I focused on our studies while my parents continued to work. I was quite glad we didn’t do anything special, I was already getting quite used to smaller parties than bigger parties and at the same time I wouldn’t want to put anyone in danger because of me.
After we did our work it was already evening and as always we must end a party with a cake. My cake was a chocolate cake, with white frosting on the top, with candied cherries sitting on the frosting, and to top it off a candle that has the number 13. It was a delicious cake, quite sweet to make my teeth tingle. I didn’t feel entirely a teen, I still felt twelve in my opinion, but I do feel quite weird when I say I am 13 to other people, luckily I still have plenty more birthdays in the future, so I better not rush time.
