Birthdays

Daddy,

I tell everyone that I hate birthdays. I think that deep down I think this will have a reverse psychology affect on them and they will try to prove to me that birthdays are good. Only so far my birthdays keep getting worse.

When you’re young, birthdays have themes and everyone in your class in is invited and they all show up. What kid doesn’t love birthdays when they’re like that? For the day you get all the attention. You get presents, you get the first piece of cake and everyone wants to play with you. But as I’ve got older birthdays have begun to really suck. The days of themed parties are over. The days when kids want to come to your party are over. The days of having a group of children your age that you consider all your friends are over. When I noticed that birthdays were only getting worse I resigned myself to hating them. Because if I’m not looking forward to it how can it let me down. Only it always does. Oh sure I have friends but even when they were all in the same town as me my birthdays were hardly great fun.

I’m sorry Daddy this post is sad and mostly pointless. Except that just once I’d like to have a party. One I don’t have to plan. One where all my friends and even acquaintances show up. One where I’m surrounded by people that I love and love me and are genuinely happy to celebrate the day I was born. It’s kind of silly really but I don’t care.

I miss you a lot Daddy. I can’t wait to talk to you.

sarah