My Birthday Essay: My Favorite Days Of The Year

My birthday is one of my favorite days of the year, no lie there. It may be hard to believe, but it isn’t just about the attention either. It makes me realize how truly blessed I am to be fulfilling another year of my life. I will be forever grateful for my birthdays, even when I am getting old. It was my birthday! I was finally a teenager, the big 13, I guess it could be said as my quota for the year. I jumped out of bed and I was so excited for what the day had to hold for me. I was supposed to spend the day at home with my parents and brother doing whatever I wanted that day. I got dressed in the outfit I picked out especially for that day, then I walked into the kitchen where I thought everyone would be. It was just my dad, not my mom …show more content…
My dad said good morning but nothing else, I was confused, today was supposed to be about me. He told me he was going to take my brother and I to my aunt’s house to play with our cousins until he picked us up after work. I did not say anything about it being my birthday because I thought surely, he is my dad; he will remember his own daughter’s birthday. So, after breakfast we got in the truck and went to my aunt’s house and he went to work. We played games and watched movies all day, and it was fun, but I could not get it out of my head that neither of my parents even cared about my birthday. I was so mad at them. After my dad got off work he picked us up, the whole ride home I did not say one word, I did not even sing along with the songs on the radio which is unusual for me. When we got home I got out of the truck and slammed the door. At this point I was mad and upset because I thought my parents did not even care about me. I walked in the house and I see my mom just standing …show more content…
My parents have never forgotten my birthday before, so I think that might have been why I reacted so negatively. It was a sort of nuisance to me. My mom and dad usually do something special on a birthday in our family so that is why I thought it was so bizarre. I was quite vacillating, was I mad at them or not? I felt bad for being mad at them after what they did for me. I realized there are many kids all over the world that don’t get anything for their birthday. They do not get to spend it with their family and friends. Or not knowing when their birthday even is (thedailyviz.com). I also think that people should not overreact, like I did, when their birthday is not recognized at first because we should just be happy we get another year of life on the beautiful