Here I am, 32. I want to thank everyone who remembers my birthday and wishes me well. I had a good birthday this year. Last year was the worst ever I had in my life. I don’t know what I did to deserve that kind of treatment on my last birthday. Maybe it was an accident, or maybe I did something wrong. Whatever the reason that caused that kind of “celebration” on my birthday, I just don’t want that ever happen to me again. Therefore, this year, I didn’t have a birthday party, just to avoid the potential false expectation like last year.
After all, my worries were silly. I knew it is not easy to “top” last year. This year, many friends celebrated my birthday with me. I got presents, flowers, chocolates, cards, dinners, lunch and messages/emails. Instead of one big party, I had many mini ones. The least expected present I got was the birthday card from my three co-workers who I often have dim sum with. The card was very cute, and their messages & drawings were very sweet. The biggest gift of all was a pair of teardrop earrings from a very dear person of mine. This year I got tears again, but this time they were joyful happy ones with lots of love from all my friends who care about me.
I want to thank all my friends again for giving me a happy birthday.