Every year on the day I was born, I’d always get their warm
‘Happy Birthday’ greetings in the morning. I’d always smile happily and hug
them back. When I turned sixteen, I still expected such childish thing to
happen. I believed they wouldn’t forget it. In the morning, I wake up and
nothing happened. They were still asleep. I thought maybe they would say it
later. When I was about to leave home for school, I thought they would say it.
Nothing happened –I guess later. When I got home, I thought they would definitely
say it and apologize. But nothing happened. Instead of my childish expectation,
my mom got a bit mad at me. That time, I gave up on my hope. They wouldn’t remember.
Feeling empty, I remembered that one of my best friends didn't say ‘Happy Birthday’ to me. It made me felt down and broke my spirit. “He didn't remember. Oh well,
why would he remember if my family didn’t even do?” that sentences came across
my mind and made me pretty messed up. “What a childish way of thinking.”
At night, someone texted me and told me to open deviantart.
I never expected him to draw something for me, especially for my birthday. And his drawing got something
to do with our conversation on school. I did not know why that drawing became so special. So I told him that I was very happy because he did remember.
Besides, I told him about my parents. He listened to everything I said, everything I had on my mind until I felt relieved. Just by talking about it, I got better. I thought it's time to grow up and being mature.
What I want to say is: “Your
inner self have to grow up, because time would not stop moving. But, growing up doesn't mean you won't need your parents.”
