My Best Birthday Essay

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.

“Happy birthday dear Marley, happy birthday to you!” Of course, my dad just had to go all out and he announced as loud as he could in the house. “13 years ago the famous Marley Jackson was born on June 18th of 1781 and by god was it the best day!” The workers in the house all clapped after my dad's announcement.

“Just having a quiet night in. Since Alice is at work, I get the remote all to myself.”

“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….

Mom replied, " Well, me and your dad was talking about what we were going to do for your birthday."

People in the wonderful United States of American look forward to celebrating their birthday. Some people may wonder what did happen on their special day throughout history. I have wondered about if any significant events that could have happened on my birthday, and through my research, I have discovered several notable events that happened on February 2nd.

I woke suddenly to the loud ringing of my alarm clock. I threw the covers off my body and slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes. A quick shock hit my body. I remembered that today is October 17; My birthday.

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.

This birthday was different from the others. I was turning 12 years old and this day was the worst of them all. The moment we got on the plane I felt some weird substance running down my face. I didn’t believe this was happening on this day, they could have choose any other day but they had decisioned this one instead.

Izzie and Cameron now me, probably better than I know me; or so they think. I still have some secrets that I don’t want them to find out. If I ever tell them, I don’t want them to see me differently. I don’t want to be looked at as weak, desperate, or anything; just as normal Giselle.

Beep. BEEP. BEEP! I jolt away to the screeching sound of my forsaken alarm. “Ughh! It’s too early,” I groan as I stumble out of bed. After taking a quick shower, I head out the door. Getting to the University just in time for the professor to start his lecture. I plop down next to my friends who are currently giggling like little school girls. One of my friends passes me a note which entails a Happy Birthday message. I had totally forgotten it was my 18th birthday today, wow I guess time does fly when you're having fun. Later, after listening to the daily lectures, it's finally time for me head home.

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.

On a day like no other, March 7th, 1997, a star was born – an anxiety stricken star, but a star nonetheless. My birthday is actually March 7, 1997 and I was born in Ionia, Michigan with the name of Alondra Gonzalez. I lived in Michigan until I was about 4 years old when my birth mother (Courtney), brother (Ian), and I left on a greyhound to Philadelphia. While living in Ionia, my birth grandmother and aunt on my father’s side basically raised me, and they are the ones that taught me Spanish. However, when my birth mother, brother, and I moved to Philadelphia, they did not come with and I lost the Spanish. Because I was so young when I lived in Ionia, I don’t remember much, but what I do remember is a blue truck and the rides we took in it, long walks, and the smell of Play-Doh. My birth mother had 4 children, but only 2 of us went with her to Philly because my sister stayed with her father and my other brother was adopted at birth so I never met him, or at least don’t remember if I did.

My eighteenth birthday was probably the worst I ever came to know. I expected so much because in some degree I was grown, in the eyes of the law. I wanted everything to be perfect and everyone to be happy. Clarence, my boyfriend, took me out for lunch. We ended up going to a place where his ex-girlfriend worked.

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?