Friday, December 19, 2008
I never had a proper birthday celebration in my life. And moreover, my parents don't allow me to celebrate, because well, I've had many previous unhappy experiences.
1st birthday celebration: 1 year old. It was right after my first operation, and it was complete with my family, a cake and presents. But a week after that, my foot (yes, the left one) got an infection, and I went into the hospital again for 2 more operations to remove the pus and debris. Which is really quite coincidental.
2nd birthday celebration: 2 years old. That time, my foot was already healing quite nicely, and was bandaged up. I could walk a bit, but not too much, because my foot would bleed like hell if I did. My paternal grandparents and maternal grandparents had a tiff, and so, only my maternal side was present. But still, with presents and stuff. Was quite a happy occasion, I remember. And that night, I went to Seletar Reservoir, and...fell into a drain. Another coincidence. And this time, my entire right calf's skin was kind of scraped off. It took lke..3 months to heal. Unlucky.
3rd birthday celebration: 3 years old. Went to the doctor's for a checkup two days after my birthday. Turned out that my foot had cancerous cells. So, a few more operations to remove them.
From then on, my parents decided that I should never ever celebrate my birthday ever again. How unreasonable. And I don't get birthday presents from them, and no cake as well. The reason my mum gave me was that people should never celebrate their birthdays because a child's birthday is actually a reminder of the day years ago, when his/her mother went to great pains to give birth to him/her. Makes a bit of sense, but it's still an excuse. Whenever I see people celebrating their birthdays, I feel a tinge of jealousy. It's not as if I don't have one, it's just that I'm not allowed to celebrate it. My birthday's coming in a week, and I suppose I should just sleep the day off. Whatever will be, will be.
strips of memory-
12:30 AM
