Happy Birthday

Guys, where were you all born?

I know your answer would be “Hospital, Twinkle. Obviously, is that a question to ask?”

Well, right, every new born takes birth in hospital, well not me. Yes that is true; I was born in my own house. TOO FILMY!

When I got to know about this, I asked everyone quite a lot times “where?” And everyone answered differently, some said last room, some said kitchen, some said in my parent’s room, and some of my dad’s crazy friends said that they brought me from a garbage bin. I’m 15 now, till today I don’t know where I was born.

Guys, you know what, my dad didn’t even know when I was born, and I was a surprise for him. He was in a meeting, so when he came back, he got me as a surprise. SUPER FILMY!

We all get excited when it comes to BIRTHDAYS but to be honest I don’t. I kind of hate it. I really do, as no one remembers it (except some of my Best friends). I remember, in 2012 my SAs were going on, and my birthday comes between them only. So 2 days before my birthday my mom fell, and fractured her leg. 

The night before my birthday, I was up till 12 A.M., not because of “Birthday Wishes” but because it was my exam the next day. My sister and I were in the same room, and my cell was making sounds because of Birthday Messages. 

My sis was like “What is this? Aren’t your friends asleep yet?”

Then her phone rang, she had a reminder saying “Happy Birthday Saransh”.

My sister then started messaging him, and then after like 20 minutes or so she said to me “Oh it’s your birthday too right? Happy Birthday, now go and sleep.”

Next Morning, I got up in excitement thinking mom would wish me too. But she was in a lot of pain, so I had to just rush; I couldn’t talk to her and reached to my private van stop. There all my juniors screamed in unison “Happy Birthday Di” and oh gosh it was kind of embarrassing. But still cute, in school too, I got many wishes, and my exam went good enough. When I reached home, mom was there in pain. So I didn’t even remind her, or play a guessing game. I just left it there. Later in the evening, my sister came with the cake, when my mom saw it my mom asked that why was it here! And my sister had to remind her that it was my birthday.

It was the worst birthday ever; my bro too almost forgot it. My dad has never wished me on my birthday and I know he never will. 

This year too, my mom totally forgot it, my sister almost forgot it too, and my bro was the only one who remembered. Actually my sister did forget it, if it wouldn’t have been her friend’s birthday on the same day then she would’ve forget it.

Now I don’t care. I’m used to it now. And really how does it matter if someone wishes you or not? Birthday is not about gifts, party or anything else, it’s all about you.