My Special Day

When you both were married on the same day I was born, why didn’t you invite me to your wedding? Now recall, I will not be inviting any of you people to my wedding. “When you two were married on the identical day that I was born, why didn’t you invite me to your wedding? Remember, I’ll decline your invitation. On my second birthday when I couldn’t even talk properly, I complained bitterly to my father for the first time about this.

My mom was always busy in the kitchen so, I took this opportunity to ask my dad. From that day, till now it has become a tradition in our family that on every birthday morning, we all go out for breakfast together. And my parents tell me stories about their wedding day and how they met each other.”

“It is always said that parents give birth to their children but I believe that children are also born to their parents. Because without them, life would be meaningless. Just like my birthday is special to me, in the same way, my parent’s birthday is also special to me.

On their birthday, I make sure to do something special for them. It may be small things like making them breakfast in bed or giving them a big hug. But it always makes them happy and that’s what matters to me the most.

So, if you also have special days in your life that you share with your parents then cherish them because they are the ones who make your life worth living.”

Every year on my father’s birthday, I’d ask him the same question in the identical tone. “Because you were newborn and delicate to arrive,” he would reply with a kind smile. My birthday celebration was made up of a blend of excitement, pleasure, and humor that was unusual. Before father arrived at home with food and cake, we would have already chosen the menu.

After dinner, the family would gather around the birthday table, singing “Happy Birthday.” My father would make a wish and then blow out his candles. As a kid, I was always fascinated by this birthday ritual. It seemed like such a powerful act to be able to make a wish and have it come true.

Now that I am older, I realize that there is more to birthdays than just blowing out candles and making wishes. Birthdays are about celebrating life and being surrounded by the people we love most. They are about creating memories that will last a lifetime.

So on this special day, I want to say thank you to my father for always making me feel loved and cherished. Thank you for always being there for me. I am so lucky to have you as my father.

My birthday is on the anniversary of my parents’ marriage. Every April 21st at midnight, three of us cut the cake with one knife. As both my mother and deceased placed the cake in my mouth together, my mouth would expand like a balloon. By sitting together in the evening and playing various games, the whole family might enjoy an entire night.

My birthday is always a special day for me and my family. We celebrate it by doing things together and enjoying each other’s company. It’s a day when we can all relax and have fun.

I hope that everyone has a special day like I do, where they can spend time with their loved ones and create memories that will last a lifetime.

We’d go over to Dad’s after school and listen to stories and educate us about historical and contemporary events. We used to play a game called “kasoti.” One team was required to think of a well-known individual while the other team had on blindfolds (the answers had to be yes or no).

We’d also play “biriba,” a game that’s similar to poker, and sing karaoke. My sister and I would often quarrel but we would always make up before the end of the day. We would usually fight about stupid things like who got to choose the TV channel or what flavor of ice cream to eat. But no matter how petty our arguments were, we always managed to patch things up before going to bed.

I remember one birthday in particular when I was around seven years old. My parents had invited some of their friends over and they brought along their kids as well. We were all playing in the yard when it started raining. Everybody ran for cover but I stayed out in the rain, dancing and spinning around. I was having so much fun that I didn’t even notice that everyone had gone inside.

My mom came out to the porch and saw me dancing in the rain. She called me inside and scolded me for staying out in the cold. But she was also laughing and she had a big smile on her face. That’s one of my most cherished memories of my childhood birthday celebrations.

Even though I’m all grown up now, I still enjoy spending my birthday with my family. We usually have a big dinner together and exchange gifts. And even though we don’t play games or sing karaoke anymore, those childhood memories are always with me.

Daddy used to skip work the following day. We’d all go on a picnic; we were accustomed to walking and having fun. Those were always wonderful family excursions (mandatory item). That birthday has a certain degree of uniqueness because we never feel the urge to invite others to celebrate it.

My father would give me a small box wrapped in colorful paper and a big hug. I was always so excited to see what was inside (mandatory item).

On my last birthday, before my father passed away, we went fishing together. It was just the two of us. And even though we didn’t catch any fish, it was still one of the best days ever because I got to spend time with my dad (mandatory item).

That’s why, when people ask me about my favorite birthday, I always say it’s the most recent one. Because every year, I get to spend it with the people I love the most – my family (mandatory item).

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