My Favorite Birthday

We decide we need naps before going shopping later that evening. But we can’t go to sleep on empty stomachs, so we gather at the dinner table and enjoy some morning pancakes. My mom escapes the table ever so sneakily, and comes back with a box wrapped in Christmas paper. In my head I thought “Could this be for me?” She moves my pancakes to the side and sets the present in front of me. “A BABYALIVE” I shout in tremendous joy. I run up to her and shower her with kisses and bear like hugs. Everyone’s finishes their plate and we go lay

It was a couple days before my 12th birthday, and my parents called me into the living room. When I walked in they handed me a birthday card and told me to open it. I was kinda confused as to why they gave it to me early because they have never done it and when I saw what was inside I became very excited.

First look, one would think this was just a story about the adventures of a cat. But look

The wait on the next game is 45 minutes , so I head to the arcade room to kill some time . I come across a claw machine game . Inside is a selection of stuffed animals . At the time my favorite T.V show happened to be spongebob . I look in the glass and see a patrick stuffed animal sitting at the very top . I put 50 cents in the machine praying i would win this stuffed animal . It slips from in between the claw . Multiple times after that i repeated with the same outcome , eventually i asked my mom if she try to win it for me . After about 5 minutes of begging she decided to help me . Her first try she wins the stuffed animal for me .

When my mom came in, she went up to me and said, “Come here and wait, I have to get something. I forgot it.” I replied with a simple “Okay”, not thinking much about it. Then, my mom walks in with something. Suddenly, I heard a very vocal “meow!” I got super excited. It was a cat! A Bengal cat! I had always wanted one because of how pretty and beautiful they were.

The idea to get a cat was when school started and my mom, who sews at home all day, was lonely without the kids at home with her. She started talking about all our previous kittens and soon we were on board. During this time my mom had to go to Ohio often for her dad and we saw the perfect time to surprise her. Unplanned that Sunday, my dad brought up the idea to go look to see if the surrounding animal shelters had any kittens. The first two we went to didn’t have any cats under the age of 4 which wasn’t our inclination. I quickly googled and found one last place to try on our way home and that is where we found success.

Every pre-teen favorite day is their 13th birthday because you’re finally a teenager. My 13th birthday was on September 11th 2010, but who knew just7 days later September 18th 2010 was going to be the day that changed my life significantly. Growing up an only child with a single mother you can image I was a little spoiled. My mother and father got divorced when I was between the ages of 3-4 years old.my father stayed in Pensacola, Florida but after the divorce my mother and I moved to Atlanta Georgia. When I was in 5th grade my mother had a fiancé Lloyd Jason Henderson was in the wrong place at the wrong time and was murdered. He was shot in the head rushed to the hospital and died in the ambulance. He died September 19th 2006. Afterwards she didn’t date much or at least I didn’t think she did within the mean time she had about 5 boyfriends that I knew about. She wasn’t the type to bring constant men in and out my life. So on September 18th 2010 at my 13th birthday party this strange guy walks in through the garage door with my mom. He’s about 5’10 skin the color of caramel his hair was so nice it made you sea sick. He had a muscular build like Channing Tatum, with some diamond studs in his ears and a few visible tattoos. In his hand was a pink envelope that had Brianna written on the front. My first thought is who is this? He looked familiar even though I know I haven’t seen him before. Then that’s when it hit me he looked just like Nelly the singer/actor. Then my mom sys

It was my birthday. Two things that I never thought would happen. One was me getting a chocolate lab I named Hazel, the second was losing a loved one. These two things happened on one day that I will love and hate for the rest of my life.

I remember going over to my Mom's apartment on that cold and soggy day in the middle of Fall. Walking in the house the smell of felines struck my nose and I began to sneeze all over my Mothers furniture. I yelled at the top of my lungs "I HATE CATS!" to which she scolded me and replied, "At least they keep me company unlike you". Then she went into the kitchen to retrieve the roast she had been preparing all day. The smell of the golden roast helped me get over the smell of cats. As we ate she told me about her day and how she had bought a new cat to which I replied in a frustrated tone "You need to stop with all this cat stuff, I lost count after 7 and it can't be healthy for your breathing in all this dandruff and cat hair". She bypassed my remark, then blurted out "I invited you over because something happened today at the Doctors office" which puzzled me because usually I always take her to her appointments. She gulped a big drink of her wine and took a deep breath and stuttered "I-I-I have cancer honey", I stayed calm and assured her it would be alright, but that's when she said in her sweet, soft voice " I only have 2 weeks" sure enough two weeks had passed and I spent every day with her and her last request for me was that I take care of her cats.

Last Christmas was the final one I spent with my grandma. She was the most amiable, compassionate, and generous person I knew. I wore my new Christmas pajamas and she loved them. The whole family was there, and we celebrated together. We captured so many pictures; we held signs, wore santa hats, and even put my grandma in Christmas tree sunglasses that lit up. Many memories were made that day, and I will forever cherish those. A Christmas Story was playing on the television, and the volume would always have to be cranked for my grandma to hear. We always made jokes about how we had to scream to talk to each other.

I grew up with the essentials; food, water, family in addition to the squad of Barbie dolls. I genuinely never wanted to be an adult. I enjoyed eating sugary food that would provide me with a boost of energy and toys that came to life with my powerful imagination. Friday’s were my favorite day of the week growing up. I would spring out of bed with glee, not worried about anything except which beanie baby will accompany me on my adventures. I grabbed my puppy bear beanie baby, Autumn. The house filled with the aroma of bacon, so we jolt out of my room and into our favorite chairs we went. A plate of cut up waffles drowned in syrup quickly entered my mouth, the warmness of the waffles soothed my rumbling stomach. I pleaded with excitement,

IT was Sunday, I was walking home from Isabella ‘s house. There was this box .That said “Adopt me please”. I looked inside in the box and it was a cute,tiny,Little puppy.I took the box home with me to the dad’s office.

What is that one day we wait for all year? Well of course, our birthday. We all wait for that special day that is our birthday. Our birthday is that one special day that lets us know we are getting older. We get older each year we reach our birthday, but have we wondered what happened the day of our birth? I have also wondered what happened on November 30,2000.

Seven hours in the car was definitely the birthday present I wanted. Having to wait four extra days to take my permit test made it even better! It was literally down to the last inning, if he had swung a split second later I would get to spend my birthday doing whatever I wanted with my friends. But of course not with my luck. They had to win and drag me out to Omaha for a regional tournament I had no interest in watching. A weekend with my 11 year old brother and 15 of his crazy friends ahead of me made me want to jump out of the car and just get a taxi back home. But since they made it to regionals, I guess I’d prefer they do well and make it even farther.

It was summer of 2017, it was the worst summer I've ever had. My friends and I had traveled to Eroupe. One of my most favorite place was England. I got to meet new realitives and made new friends. Sadly, I only booked a ticket for a month. After I got back from my trip everything seemed to bore me. I still had two months of summer left. When I arrived to my hometown it was 2:00 at night and I missed out on the fireworks