So, the day has come. The day of my birthday celebrations. I am woken by my mother and some of the maids singing happy birthday to me. I always feel so awkward when people do this. What am I supposed to do while they sing? I simply smile at them and wait awkwardly until the song is over. “Happy birthday darling. I cannot believe how grown up you already are! I remember the day that you were born as if it was yesterday,” she tells me. I hear the same story every year. “I know mom, I know,” I say and pat her on the arm. “I am going to get ready now before all the guests start arriving,” I comment and jump out of bed. The maids leave the room while my mother stays with me. “I have a little surprise for you,” she says and walks out of the room for a brief moment. She comes back in holding a br
