Novel & Cerita Jean Kirstein Birthday

We sat in silence for sometime, eating our own food. "Keith, how old are you?" He raised his eyebrows at my random question. "Just turned thirty seven about twenty day ago." "What?!" "Yeah. It was my birthday...on fifteenth August." "You didn't tell me?!" "Well, I didn't exactly wanted to go around telling everyone it was my birthday." "But still, you could've told me! How dare you not tell me. Gosh, and I thought we were friends." Keith snorted. "Some friend you are. Couldn't you have found out? After all you are the great Juliet Jenson. You never asked me either."

Cassandra grumbled, then she strutted inside the club too. Katherine stayed put in the car park for a minute. She was enjoying the cool air on the hot night. “What is going on between my friends?” She asked herself. Earlier she glimpsed a bench beside the bar when Cheryl was kissing Marla. With her eyes closed, she walked up to the bench, squeezing the bridge of her nose to ease her headache. It was midnight, and officially her birthday. She was born on August 24th at the stroke of midnight. “Happy fucking birthday to me,” she sighed, sitting down on the bench.

Jennifer and I were becoming more and more at ease with each other. It seemed the more time I spent with her, the more attracted to her I had become. Jennifer's birthday was July 3rd, and I was hoping to do something special for her. I had decided the weekend before her party , I would take Jen, her Mom and Dad, all out to eat. The meal was great success and everyone had a great time.

Kei continued on with his story. “Yes, that's right. December 8,1984 is my birthday." Cherish said in amazement. "Did Kei already tell you that Ken prepared something for your birthday back in Japan?" Kei spoke again. "Really? No, I didn't have any idea at all! Is that true, Ken?" Cherish looked at Ken, while looking obviously surprised.

I whispered, my fingers fondling it gently. She may have been a promiscuous woman who shirked her responsibility as a mother and a Luna but she had good taste in fashion. Missy gave me a knowing grin. “You know that he called personally? To invite us to a ‘celebration’ party? Ron and I kept wondering when Kaden started dishing out personal invitations.” “It’s my birthday,” I whispered, my cheeks tinted in a blush. “Twenty-six.” Missy gasped. A full southern mother gasp.

Right after that, the judge banged the gavel, and the trial began. "Sonia Shore, what were you doing on the day the victim, Jean Shore, died?" It took me a long time to react before I slowly opened my mouth. "That day…" That day was both my birthday and Jean's. Of course, my parents and Sebastian would never celebrate my birthday. They would only gather around Jean with smiles, acting like I didn't exist. I was long used to it. So, I went up to the rooftop alone to quietly enjoy the small cake I'd bought for myself.

January 30 is an important day. If I forget it my best friend will probably kill me. It's Kay's birthday today and I'm so excited! This year we aren't going out all day which makes me super happy because that's all we've ever done. Today we are going to have breakfast at my house, watch a movie of her choice, then we'll cook lunch, after lunch we are going to do nails and hair, then we are going to Kay's place for clothes, then we are going out. She planned this all herself and she wanted to do my hair and nails after I told her no. Yet you can't really tell Kay no and get her to actually listen.

So much he still needed to catch up on. “When is your birthday?” I asked. “May 29th.” “What kind of party will you have?” “A princess party. Will you come?” My eyes flicked to Genevieve for backup. “Her party’s at our summer home in the Hamptons.” Chloe jumped in, “It’s big. You can stay with us.” “I was actually going to ask Christian if he wanted to come, Chloe.” She made it clear it wasn’t a plus-one invitation. Christian didn’t seem to care. “Lena and I would love to come to your birthday party, Chloe. We’ll see if we can make it happen. Thank you for inviting us.”

Cecilia replied. “It’s good, mom, and we understand each other. By the way, it’s Karl’s birthday next month, I hope to have a little ready. And I will invite dad.” “Are you sure there’s sister Kyla?” Karl groaned. “Yes, pray that sister will get her bonus next month.” “Of course. Ah! I can ask. Who are you referring to, auntie? “Ah! Auntie’s name is Jean.”

She cried herself to sleep that night, dreaming of the times she sat at the dinner table with the whole family, thanking for the gift of life. That was the last thanksgiving she had before she died on April 20, 2026. Having been born on January 20, 2000, she was only 26 years old when she passed away. This girl was born on April 20, 1993. ‘How ironic, the years may be different, but her birthday is my death anniversary.’ ‘At this time, I’m not even created yet.' ‘So, this girl is technically older than me.’