Essay About My Birthday

The sky was always blue holding sunshine rays in her world. Her name was Rosaline Deponte, my great-grandma. The continuous smile that she showed on her face reminded us how precious life is and to not take things for granted. Cold wood floors that could easily freeze toes, single-walled construction, shut rows of jalousie windows, and the smell of warm sweet bread on the counter 24/7, that was Rosaline’s house.

In “The Years of My Birth” by Louise Erdrich it is critical to understand the symbolic meaning of the presence connected to white room and the main character Linda, who is also known as Tuffy. Being that Linda is the main character and the narrator in the story we learn that she retells the story fifty years later. Erdrich invest much effort in explaining the earlier years that links an indescribable phantom presence, which comes to Linda at other moments in her life. “ That presence would come to me again other moments in my life. Its return is partly what this story is

It was a beautiful morning on July 5th, 2015. Outside the birds were chirping and the sun was beaming through my window. I had just woken up as both of my parents came into my room, and told me to come downstairs for a surprise. In my mind, I thought something had arrived from Amazon and they decided to give it to me now as an early birthday present. After lying in bed for a little while on my phone, I decided to get up. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs to see what this was all about. Right when I turned the corner into the kitchen, I saw a poster board that said “SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” on it. Next to the sign, there was a food bowl and a dog cage. I immediately knew that it had something to

“Beep,beep,beep.” My alarm clock reads 6:00 AM in bright red. I threw my pillow over my ears irritated by the excruciating loud beeping noises. I fell back asleep, my laziness couldn’t bare to get up for school. But 5 minutes later this happens….

July 2nd 2018, something really exciting is going to happen! What is that you may ask? Well, that my friend would be that a new edition is going to be added to my family. July 2nd 2018, I will become an Aunt.

It was Saturday, April 27, 2016, and I had just woken up from a long, hard sleep. It was about 9:30 AM, and my arm was still aching from getting my annual shots the day before. Every year, I dread going to the doctor's office to get these shots. They make my body feel significantly weak, and they always make me sick to my stomach. It was the weekend of my birthday, so I was planning on having my friend, Melanie, over to have dinner with us and to spend the night. I usually have a big party to invite all of my friends to, but I just wasn’t feeling well enough. My mom said that it was fine for her to stay with us, and at that point, I knew my weekend was going to be great.

It is April 4th. It is my 21 birthday.21 years ago I was born and got named Thea. My mom Emily, dad James, sister Maddison, and brother Liam are coming over to celebrate my birthday. There are a few things I must do before they come.

I open the door to my room, and the first thing I see is my dresser with a dress piled on top to the far right. A bird house that was given to me for my tenth birthday sits behind the dress. An oil painting I made when I was about 6 years old rests against the wall on the dresser. Next to it on the right is a fluffy, brown stuffed bunny a friend gave to me for my eleventh birthday. On the left side of the painting is another stuffed bunny with black piercing eyes with a polka dotted scarf I made only recently. Next to that bunny is another gift that was given to me for my birthday, two stuffed tigers nuzzling each other, the orange one smaller than the other which was white. On the far left side of the dresser in a jar, purposely spilling out are some piano “awards”. Next to that was a chess “trophy” I received from a chess club at school last year. (Although, everyone got one) Below those were a soccer ribbon I got from the summer of last year and a blue piano award with the word “Achievement” on it. There was also an actual red white and blue medal with a piano on it.

One normal day it was June 20, and for some reason I forgot that it was my birthday tomorrow. When I realized I actually wasn't all that excited because I had soccer tryouts on my birthday. Yes, I really do like soccer, but tryouts are not really that fun because it was a brand new league and I didn’t know which team I wanted to be on either. I got accepted to both teams but I guess I wouldn't be able to play for 2 teams, but I also wanted to be with the kids or some of them that I was with last year.

Happy birthday to me! It feels like 15 degrees Celsius in Los Angeles. But, it’s 59 degrees Fahrenheit. I still couldn’t get my Fahrenheit and mile sense right even after the eighth straight year here. Most of my friends from India wished me half a day before. While some took special care in wishing me at twelve by the Pacific Time Zone. The time difference is handsome. The best wish came from my mother, who could never cater to the current technologies. She called me. The old voice call feels more real than the 3D-calling prevalent these days. Usually, I am not a person who would boast of her birthdays but, this deserved to be documented because it is my last year in the States. So here, I write about how my 27th starts.

“Happy Birthday Mariam!” screamed my entire family as I blew out five candles on a delectable chocolate cake.

UNLIKE ANY OTHER ORDINARY DAY, today’s my ‘welcome to this world’ day. Some would call it my birthday, but birthdays are special and this day, this cold rainy seattle night is anything but special.

I slowly open my eyes. The first thing I see when I open my eyes is darkness. The first thing I hear is silence. Where the heck am I? I look down and I see rusty cold chains are keeping me locked and there is a large gash on my right leg, with blood stains on my jeans. I have no idea where I am, why I’m locked up, and my leg is torn up. I look around the dark room trying to find any bit of light. I see the tiniest window in the corner of the room. I look closely at the window to try to figure out where I am. Than I hear a single voice, one that sends chills all across my body.

It was a bright Saturday afternoon and my birthday. I was scrambling around trying to make my house look somewhat presentable. Rrrrrinngg. As one the guest rang the doorbell, I quickly jumped up ready to receive them.

We all feel a little bored to be honest on every birthday – it’s the same old same old, year after year. Can we do something special and different?