My 22nd birthday went as quietly as it came. A quiet dinner with my whole family, including sis and bro-in-law and my darling. As the years went by, it dawned upon me that all I wished for just got more and more down-to-earth. Long term and practical wishes, that appear more like goals I need to work towards myself than a wish my fairy godmother can fulfil.
Whatever it was I've grown to appreciate that 22 years ago, my mum had me risking her own health, if not her life. Still I feel guilty as I find myself only consciously telling myself to be extra caring and nice to her only on special occasions. Yet every year I lapse into the vicious cycle, only to feel guilty on these days. I guess my excuse for it is that I'm only human and still a child when I'm with my parents.
Nonetheless the day was simple but a happy one. I had my birthday present from my darling and enjoyed my mum's wonderful cooking. Also the messages from friends, reminding me there are people that care and remember me for more than just a passing image. Thank you everyone.
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