Khiem@20

It was a decisive and notable day for me. The day when my mother was gave birth to me. The day when I was born, and that it was the 23^rd day of September. If you’re a frequent reader, then you know that September is my favourite month because it is my birthday month and it has the best weather from all other months of the year.

Time really frigid flies. In my head I’m still 16 years old then all of a sudden I wake up and I’m 20!

At first, I thanking God for making me glimpse another year, for the gift of life, I’m eternally grateful for all the blessings he had given me that makes me appreciate a good life for the struggles he tossed on me which made me stronger and helped me realized the ideas of life’s bittersweet reality and most of all the love which is supported by guidance and protection which he unconditionally gives through my ever beloved family and friends.

I am already 20 years old but there is something different in this number, something that I couldn't explain. I mean this number keeps me with so much expectancy. So, I went to the computer shop nearby the house. As I open my Face book account, my joy doubled when  I see some greetings, wishes and expectations with  so much sincerity and happiness from my comrades, classmates, friends and best friends of mine posted on my wall.

I am getting old. I find myself trying to perfect this day every year, somewhere in the day something doesn't seem to click correctly. I’m not unhappy, but my expectations are way too high. I realized today. She made my birthday so wonderful because of his heartfelt greetings. 

I for some reason find birthday’s to be a big deal, and I thought this would ware off with time. I see people slightly older than me saying, “It is just another ordinary day” and in my head I still think it is a special day to celebrate ones birthday.