For the first time ever, I’m away from the family on my birthday.
And it feels weird. Not only weird because it’s on a Monday, not only because I’m
not really going to be able to celebrate it, and not even because I didn't
really celebrate it this weekend, all I did the entire time was homework. It
feels weird because I don’t feel like it’s my birthday; it feels like just
another day to me. Nothing special is happening, no cake, no presents, at least
perhaps not until next weekend when Mother Dear comes to visit but for the
meantime it’s just another start of the week, another day of class and
homework, another day of life passing by.
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