60th Birthday Memes Female Novels & Stories

May announced. "Cool, I'll be there." I said. "Count me in." Said Liam. "Great! And you lots better not forget my birthday next Saturday." She added. "We wouldn't dream about it." "I plan on losing my v card on my eighteenth birthday." May announced with such a giddy look on her face like she just won the lottery. Liam choked out a cough like his saliva went down the wrong pipe, my mouth simply hung loose. "You're not serious right?"

“My darling! You are a very beautiful girl! Do you mind me asking how old you are?" She said, looking at me. "Ma'am, I am twenty five years old, today!" I said, shyly. Yes, today is actually my birthday but I can't remember when I last i celebrated my birthday. Sometimes, I even forget totally about it. “Oh my goodness! You mean, it's your birthday today? Wow! Happy birthday, dear!” “Thank you ma'am!" I said, looking at the glass of juice in my hand.

They all smile at me and Aunt Cynthia cackles, “she’s just like you Luna, she forgot.” I squint at her, “what did I forget?” They all say it at the same time, “your birthday!” My eyes widen and I look at my laptop for the date and blow a breath out of my mouth, “it’s not for 2 weeks,” I wave my hand dismissively at them and they all cackle. “You forgot and your going to be 21 this birthday, plus it’s a full moon,” Momma adds not so subtly. I look at them, “so, I’ll just have Christov come here and…”

As soon as Cara Lavigne finished speaking, she angrily gritted her teeth and hung up. I stopped walking. Slowly, I put away my phone and looked toward the entrance of the funeral home. After straightening the white flower in my chest pocket that had become crooked, I lifted my foot and walked inside. The next second, my phone vibrated with a social media update notification—Warren had just posted something. It was a long post saying he meant nothing by his earlier post and that he was only sharing the joy of having someone celebrate his birthday with him. He also apologized to me.

Its just so hard. "I asked what we are doing today birthday girl?" She said with a huge smile plastered on her face. Oh yea, I totally forgot it was my birthday. I stopped celebrating my birthday three years ago, right after my grandmother passed away. She died from cancer when I turned 20. She was diagnosed with leukemia when I was about 15. She fought for 5 years. She fought just for me.

Jake exclaims like a teenage girl, attracting a frown from everyone. "I don't even know what today's date is." I answer honestly. data-p-id=8b0a29eb2cfc1b41e36c256720259cb5, "Well, it's your birthday!" Tamara squeals before walking up to me with the cake and I gasp, "Is that Ben 10 on my cake? What the fuck guys, I’m 19." I hiss at them in a mock annoyed tone although I wasn’t that upset.

What the— "It's your birthday. I know you won't remember, so I'm reminding you. You haven't even celebrated your birthday for a few years, so we'll take this opportunity to enjoy your day." "May I know what's the date today?" I asked. It's kinda sad because even the date of my own birth was just so blurry to me. I can't remember when it was. "It's March 31 today and tomorrow is April, your day. You're now turning 21," she answered. Oh, so April was my birthday. Isn't it funny to forget your own day? Lol. How could I even remember that when I never tried celebrating it.

Dad asks, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Kai and I exchange mischievous glances, a smirk dancing on Kai’s face, signaling that he's ready to reveal the surprise, "Your birthday gift awaits tonight, Uncle. Delilah and I are hosting a special ‘веха’ to celebrate your remarkable 75 years on this earth."

Benjamin looked at her speechlessly, "I'll be 40 years old tomorrow." Janice was choked off and then smiled awkwardly, "Alas, I'm in my sixties, and it's understandable that I don't have a good memory. Are you unhappy because of this? Forget it. Let's not talk about this." She waved her hand, "Anyway, you're more than thirty years old. So, you have to hurry up." "..."

Taking a sip of wine. Good to know. I have just the lady in mind I wish to truly romance and I’m staring right at her. “When’s your birthday?” She asks “September 5th But no one remembers and I don’t shout it from the rooftops.” I tell her “But this year is a big one! The big 30 right? And I’m sure Ben remembers. Julius the dramatic.” She giggles “I love Ben but he’s shit with dates. Yes. I’m getting old. When’s yours?” I look up at her.