For some people, birthday is a very unforgettable moment,
moreover for youngsters. Sometimes we hope to have a great birthday event,
surprises from loved ones, cakes, and also gifts and best wishes. All those
nice, sweet, super-cute things will make our birthday is the greatest day ever.
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As the time flies, we have become older and wiser. We even
probably forget about our own birthday as our daily routines steal our time and
attention on priorities that need to think about. However, that does not mean we
do not want our birthday as special as we were young. Deep in our heart, we
want it to be as sweet as our pasts. But, after remembering how old we are now,
we just shy to have it like so.
It happened to me, actually. I remember how sweet it was in
my very young ages. My late mother used to bake me a blackforest cake I loved
the most. She also decorated it with Barbie doll who looked like wearing Disney
Princess dresses. Unfortunately, that did not happen for long.
Twelve years ago, Mom passed away in a nature disaster.
Tsunami waves sent mother to where souls will gone back to their Creator. However,
in October 2004 she had spent her time to bake a cake for me. I never knew it
became the last time in my life eating her love-ingredients-handmade-cake.
As years pasts, my aunt replace Mom as cake baker for my
birthday. Although her cake was not as amazing as mother’s, that was not a big
deal. I was very happy at that time, until time flew and forced me to live
alone out of hometown.
In my teen age, I began to think that would be nice if there
was someone special wished me a happy birthday exactly at 12 a.m on the day.
Someone special term in mind was a nice guy who would be there for me when I
need him although he was not able to be literally by my side. For an X
generation-influenced adolescent like me, a cyber mate who lived far away from
me was fine as long as he replied my texts.
I felt my dream came true when he texts me a birthday wish,
but it just happened on that year only. In the next years, I received many
birthday wishes through my Facebook as my virtual and real world friends
multiplies. My mindset about someone special became changed.
Someone special is a person, or a group in our circle who
will be there for us as much as they can. And they do, because they do.
I lived with two housemates for three years. They were
really kind, yet annoying. Forget about the annoying part, because when we remember
sweet moments, we eliminated all the ugly things. We just need to remember our
associates kindness that colors our adventurous life.
One midnight, I was going to sleep after scrolling up my
Twitter timeline and typed some unnecessary trashes. I did not know what they
had planned, they brought me a chocolate brownies with three lit candles on the
top of it. Yeah, that might be hard to put twenty three candles on a not really
a big cake, also it would spent more cash to do so. I was surprised by what
they did, and I was touched by their kindness. I have never been treated as
special as that time by a friend. I was grateful and thankful because there
were two friends and more who treated me like a special one. That moment gave
me a lesson to give them a nice feedback, something similar as they did to me.
I always pray so someday I will have a chance to do so.
Now I am not a teenager anymore. I become older and wiser,
over and over again. However, I realized I am not that wise. My definition of
someone special changed again to a nice guy who will be there for me at any
time. And I really want one, not just to give me a birthday wish, but also
accompany me to live.
