Fall Birthdays Novels & Stories

“It’s for you alone, Cathy.” “Open.” The stubborn man glares daggers at me but eventually listens. On his second mouthful, I add, “It feels wrong to celebrate my birthday today.” “Huh?” “Today makes it six years since she died.” Some days are easier than others but it’s worse on my birthday. It’s not a reminder that I’m plus one, it is an awful reminder that my role model was taken from me today. My eyes begin to leak and I angrily wipe the evidence staining my cheeks. I scratch my tattoo out of nervousness. “It feels wrong to celebrate life on the day she died so I always celebrate it on the fifteenth instead.”

With a whoosh, the fireworks instantly illuminated the night sky, displaying beautiful and stunning colors. "Fiona, do you like it?" Harold asked. Fiona felt immense grievance. A sourness rose in her heart. "It's beautiful, thank you, Harold." After a pause, she remembered that it was Harold's birthday today. She added, "Happy birthday, Harold." Harold was certainly happy. The joy of being twenty years old was unprecedented. Originally, he was regretful that he couldn't spend his birthday on the dream-like Black Beach this year. But the heavens showed their favor, and things took a turn. A beautiful princess-like girl unexpectedly entered his ordinary life like a fairytale. This was the best

My mom and Sasha shouted right after, their faces lit up with excitement. “Surprise!” I blinked, stunned. The entire room was decorated with streamers and balloons, and right in the middle, a huge banner read, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FLO!” I covered my mouth with my hands, overwhelmed. I had completely forgotten my own birthday. Birthdays had been so unimportant in the Kensington household; they would pass without a word. It had become a habit for me to forget. “Oh, wow. This is... amazing. Thank you.” I spread my arms and pulled both Mom and Sasha into a hug, squeezing them tight.

I said to her but i find her looking at me weirdly. "Naomi!! Did you hear me" I shake her a little and she shake her head as if coming out of a trance.. "Yeah, Thanks" She smiled.. "Hey are you okay? " I asked, something is not right I can feel it.. "Yeah I am fine, it's just.. It's just I really don't like my birthdays" She said... "Why?? " I asked curious "Nothing good happens on my birthday, and also people don't remember my birthday except my few people obviously.. My parents don't really celebrate it.. Although my mum bakes cheese cake on this day" She smiled sadly..

Chapter 32: A Joyful Celebration Rebecca's birthday arrived on a beautiful Saturday. The sun shone brightly, and the air felt fresh and full of promise. Liam had planned everything in secret for weeks. He wanted this day to be special. He rented a nice hall near the park with a big garden. Flowers decorated the tables. Colorful lights hung from the ceiling. He invited her family, his mother, and all their close friends. Anna was there too, smiling from ear to ear. The room filled with laughter and happy chatter as people arrived.

In its place, a quiet, crushing ache settled deep in my heart. I had spent years swallowing my pride, making compromises, all to keep Mike by my side. But we had both forgotten one thing—marriage doesn't have room for three people. Then came my birthday. I had originally planned to sit down with him and talk things through. Now, I no longer saw the point. After blocking Cathy, I went to City Hall to sort out the last of my mom's affairs. When I got home, a pair of unfamiliar high heels sat by the front door.

Adina’s heart had never been as tender as it is at that moment. Her hand slowly brushed over Harold’s eyebrows, over his eyes, and over his lips. Why hadn’t she noticed that this face resembled Melody’s face a little? “Auntie Adina…” Harold raised his head to look at Adina. His voice was soft and sought out for her attention. Adina looked at him tenderly and asked slowly, “Hal, could you tell me when your birthday is?” “I don’t remember it.” Harold cocked his little head. “Mr. Brown said that my birthday comes when summer arrives. Auntie Adina, are you going to celebrate my birthday with me?”

“Nonsense, everyone’s birthday deserves to br celebrated." “What do you mean you weren't planning on celebrating, one doesn't turn eighteen everyday." Cherry said. “I'm so mad you didn't tell us." “Me too. I mean we're friends aren't we?" Josh chided. “Guys I'm sorry okay, it's not like I didn't wanna tell you guys, I just thought it wasn't that important.” " Birthdays ARE important.” Betsy said. " It's settled, josh and I will pick you up later we're gonna go out and have the best time of our lives.” Cherry said with a determination.

The two of them never cared much about birthdays, and the only one in the family who remembered everyone's birthdays firmly was Bai Wei. Murong Cheng raised his eyebrows and said unconcernedly, "Seventeen is neither adulthood nor a full birthday, what's there to celebrate? Why don't we push it back, next month happens to be Easter, we can just celebrate it together then." Bai Wei's enthusiasm was doused, and she was not too happy, "How can you say that? Every birthday is important and meaningful ......"

“I’ll respect that you see it differently than I do.” “Thank you,” he breathed--- before he smiled shyly at me. “So, when is your birthday?” “In September,” I replied. “What day?” “The most famous day of them all!” “September 11th,” he nodded. “Good, then I won’t forget.” “When’s your birthday?” I asked. “The 2nd of May,” he told me, but frowned. “But I hate celebrating my birthday.” “Why?”