Thing is, I never feel like I'm x age when I turn x years old.
In reality, it's just a day, to celebrate the fact that x years ago my mom went through agony to give me life.
To me, the "happy birthday" posts on Facebook aren't important any more.
It's really a day to appreciate my mom (and dad) more than anything else.
I miss home. I miss the castle my mom and dad built for me, the castle I know that's always there for me.
"Home is the person or home you want to return to over and over."
It costs so much to fly back.
But really, I'd do anything to go home and be with them. That, is priceless.
It's been so long since I was home with both of them for my birthday.
I wonder when, if ever, I can have a birthday with them present.
Wish I could foresee the future back then, when I had my last birthday with both of them. Never knew it'd be so difficult to be with them again.
Not sure why the sudden melancholic feelings haha.
Happy birthday to me
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