Painted Scenes

It’s raining again, as it usually does around this time. The mornings are fresh and moist because of it though I don’t like the way some clouds are looming over head, threatening me that it could be a bad day. I am hopeful though that today won’t be like other days to me that today will be a good day all out even if I have to wake up early for school again but I’m used to it by now. When I wake up I have this feeling as if I’m forgetting something that shouldn’t be forgotten and then I remember that to day is my birthday maybe I should have forgotten just like everybody else but then again I don’t exactly parade it around anymore. Before it wasn’t like this, me forgetting my own birthday, but it’s like this now.

I wake up like every other day normal, uneventful, and unimportant. I’m not like this usually so hopeless but I deserve to be at least this day on my birthday. That will be my present from me to myself, the only present that I receive and deserve. I get ready for a long day; a day that I hope will go without complications and without remorse but like everything in my life nothing will go the way I want it to. I get up, put my hair up in simple ponytail, brush my teeth and head downstairs. Like every morning my father has already gone to work and my mother is downstairs eating breakfast before leaving to her work. I get nothing in return because I never asked for anything after all.

I am still hopeful though that someone will remember that someone isn't too busy to remember. It’s quite only a simple greeting of hey good morning, please pass the cereal. Then I leave to school the weight of my backpack heavier than usual, I did have more books to carry today though. It passes, the morning passes, one person says it something that I thought other would forget, Happy Birthday. And then the rest flock like gulls to food, I didn't know it was your birthday, why didn't you say so?, how old are you now? But it’s okay even if only one person remembered and then it was like a domino affect. I get a txt from my dad happy birthday mija accompanied by a picture of a cake, not my cake though. Next is my older brother, happy birthday loser.

Then I think…thank you for this you really didn't have to.

It is because I am hopeful and because when I get home my mother will say she is sorry for forgetting and she does. We didn’t get you anything though, we are sorry. It’s okay though because at least some people still remember and because I promise to not forget yours. I am hopeful for this is the day I came into this world. Even if you forget me, I’ll still have today.

I deserve my gift most of all because it’s my only gift. I can be whatever I want especially on this day, so I’ll be hopeless today, just let me be for a little while at least.

Thoughts that pass through my mind before I drift asleep and wake up tomorrow, just another normal day.