At 23: A Birthday Memoir
The thought of writing came to my head one week to this day as I took a shower. Birthday celebrations have never been my cup of tea while growing up. In fact, there are no pictures of a first or second birthday party in the family photo album. I used to fear the camera flash until I was 3, my mom said. Twice in primary school, I remember my mom bringing a birthday cake and dress to school, unknowing to me. I would leave home to school like a normal day and hoped no one, either at home or in school, remembered what day it was. I played this game until I was 8. Inside a shopping bag were my best denim skirt and white blouse that I always reserved for "special" occasions (of which my birthday was not included by the way). The cake was baked in a rush, you could tell. The second time, I was 10. There had been a function at home over the weekend. So, it was a perfect time for anyone to forget that it was my birthday. I went to school on Monday,