Birthday
This was a year i didn't see coming- the one that shook me out of complacency. I've forgotten what it was like to feel the sun on my skin without worrying that it could hurt me. And i reached the point when i no longer know who i am and what my dream is, everyday i was like hearing my dream say good-bye to me. Birthday is a ceremony, the blowing of candles, wishes from everyone, cutting a cake and the cream of sponge in my mouth. I don't remember them in sequence, the things that i have asked for. I only remember what i wanted the most, like the doll with pink suite that i saw in the shop when i was five and a bunch of chocolates with nuts that uncle always bring when he back from town. Or a year when i was seventeen; when i cried a lot because no one remember my birthday and someone tried to make a mess with me but that was my friends' plan. It was a year when i turned to be an adult. Then there is a year after grandfather passed away and i am far away from hom