I Was Not Forgotten

Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

It was my birthday, a day at every turn that grew worse. By the end of the day, I did not want to celebrate but wanted to forget the day as quickly as possible in order to move on to the next.

I came home, and no one was there to greet me. No one to sing happy birthday so I could cry my tears of self-pity.

I went to bed without supper, thinking how I get to show them I don’t care.

Then, in the middle of the night, my sister woke me and pulled me into the living room.

Happy birthday.

They all remembered.

I cried. It was one of those milestone years (I am not telling which one) I never forgot. I cried because they not only remembered my day but also that special watch I asked for. OK. Maybe I nagged.

I love my family. I miss my parents but I have great memories. I am blessed. I count my blessings every chance I get.