Novel & Cerita Back To My Worst Birthday And Starting Anew

They said it’s my birthday but deep down I knew how horrible this day is, a day on which I had lost my momma papa. Yea, I hate this day and I hate myself!! This birthday again proved me right that how wretched this day is. Several years before, on this same day, I had lost my parents and today the only difference is an unknown Satan, a monster has forcefully entered my life, pushing to the limit to destroy the only family I left.

They never took them off. However, since Ella showed up, those pins mysteriously disappeared, replaced by embroidered gold thread patches she had gifted them. It was as if they had forgotten who they used to love most. It was a good thing that I did not waver when they proposed. I chose neither of them. I drew a circle on the calendar. It was the date I would be marrying a stranger. It was time to end the little game between the four of us. Since I had made up my mind to leave, I had to wrap things up at work in New York.

With a sigh, I opened the letter, and my eyes quickly found his familiar handwriting. Wendy, I'm sorry for what I did last night. I was wrong and I feel bad about it. I'm sorry for everything. I don't deserve much, but I hope you can forgive me. Also, happy birthday. I looked at the letter, feeling a weird sensation in my chest. Birthday? It took me a moment to understand. Today was my birthday. How did I forget? The past few days had been a mess of work and anger and hurt, and I had almost forgotten the day that used to matter so much to me.

“And as long as you come back to Florida with me for my spring break.” “Of course,” he answered, “That’s only a couple weeks away.” I nodded. “I’ll be up and moving by then. Besides, I wouldn’t want to miss your birthday.” My birthday. A little less than a month away. It was something that was always the furthest from my mind. It was depressing. It was the anniversary of my rape and I turned one year older. “Yeah,” I said, “I’m going to do it big.” That’s what I said last time we celebrated together and nothing went according to plan. He stared and then forced a smile. I could see it in his eyes; he was remembering.

"Hmm… do you have something in mind?" "Sure I do" Skye gurgled and smiled. "Okay, say it." "We talked about the worst day of our lives. Now let's talk about the best day of our lives." “Hmm… you first. I'd like to hear from you." “Oh! I have many, but my favorite best day was on my birthday when I turned nine. In the summer of that year, we had good harvests from our fields and we had a good income. My birthday is in November. My parents invited the whole village. We had delicious food and drinks. We danced and laughed. We had a wonderful time! We've never had so many people at home. I also got a bunch of presents. Great gifts. That day I felt so overwhelmed with happiness that I don't remem

Brandon said before he smiled at me again. It's my…birthday today? With everything that had been going on, my birthday had conveniently slipped my mind. To be honest, my birthday had never been a day that I looked forward to even when I was still a young girl. My birthday wasn't an important day, or even if it was, it would only be important because it was my sister's birthday instead of my own. Although I have never really told anyone this, I dreaded the arrival of my birthday, and I was kind of relieved when I moved away from this country and there was no one there to remind me of my birthday and also no one there to celebrate it. Not surprisingly, with my mind focused on the prince’s plan

She truly believes this will be the last time she celebrates my birthday with me. We sang songs on the new karaoke machine Aunt Jayne picked up. “Don’t give up your day job, Jo,” I shouted, resulting in a cushion being thrown at me. We danced to some corny music I had never heard of. We ate, we laughed and, best of all, we had a great time. It was the best birthday I have ever had.

"An accident took away all my happiness, it was all going good Mumma made my favourite dishes the same morning; with a promise to bring all the toys dresses and beautiful presents for my birthday they left to work." It seemed like yesterday only when my father gifted me a small little trunk with a mysterious golden Key in it. He used to gift me a present at correct 12:00 midnight on my birthdays. September 9, 1999; worst day of my life. I lost everything. My birthday took my parents; I never celebrate it. I hate my Birthday date. It was a dreary night; That was a moonless sky gulping all the light within. Black clouds were enveloping us and it was thundering and lightning loudly.

First, that rude Alpha last night turns my world upside down, and now I’m feeling guilty over knocking out Fatso? What’s next? Tea parties and hugging circles? I must be going either bat-shit crazy… …or man-crazy. Either way, this day is NOT going to ruin my mood. Because guess what? My birthday is coming. YAY YAY YAY!

As a child who grew up in an orphanage home, birthdays were luxurious, and many times, I wouldn't even remember it was my birthday until Stephen or his parents reminded me. But birthdays? What was the fun of birthdays? Wasn't it the day the people who gave birth to me regretted the most? Maybe they would curse that day whenever they thought of it. They didn't want me. . So, what was the happiness of celebrating a day, that was the worst day of someone else's? I closed my eyes and sighed wearily. I really shouldn't keep thinking about a past that would never change... In a month, I would be 21, a full-grown adult. Someone who was already old enough to create a family of his own.