Essay on The Day I forgot 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.

The day after I slept in a little late so when I looked out the window everyone was all ready to work, but as I look out my window I see another commotion developing, so I put on my clothes and rush down the stairs as fast as possible. I was just in time to see my father

It was a cold, rainy winter morning in Liverpool. I had gone about my morning no different than any other working day. By 6:30AM I was showered, dressed, and full from my huge bowl of cereal. This gave me fifteen minutes to watch the latest news before I left to arrive at work for 7AM. It was 9.15AM when my cell phone began to ring; it was a call from my mother. I could tell by the quick, anxious, but bold and loud tone her voice that this was not going to be a

On a beautiful day in November it started off like any other day in our life. We had such a special occasion to attend that evening at the local park to come together and celebrate our nephew Andy’s birthday. We all arrive and set up the event and get all the balloons and decorations up and ready for Andy to arrive. We all sat around and waited in suspense for him to arrive.

Soon I was heading down the sidewalk towards my house. I lived half an hour away from the restaurant. Driving wasn’t so bad, but walking was bad. I couldn’t call Mum, she was fast asleep by now. I couldn’t bother Dad, he needed to work. He was the only one who had a job at the moment so I couldn’t take him away from it. But I didn’t really mind

Then I noticed a tractor outside the house. The man got out the tractor. He came towards my front door. When the man knocked on the door both of my parents answered the door

My worst birthday was this year. I went to a Twins game with my dad, stepmom, and sisters, Olivia (who is 15) and Natalie (who is 6.) The game wasn’t the bad part, I actually had a lot of fun. Well… that’s after this happened.

I buy my drink for five dollars and agilely pace back to my comfy seat trying not to spill the hot liquid. The couch envelops my body with fabric upholstery and wooden arm rests. There are walls with nondescript windows crested above me, which frame the vast mountains and valleys in the background. But in the foreground, the décor resembles a Swiss cottage because of the turn of the century skis, sleds, and posters pined to the knotty, dark stained pinewood. I take a few apprehensive sips of the hot chocolate trying not to burn my tongue. I lick the overly-sweet blob of whipped cream off the top of the cup before the fluffy cream sinks into the chocolate. I wait a while longer for it to cool, as I hug the Styrofoam cup with my numb fingertips. Once it is lukewarm, I drink it all within seconds like thirsty

happened on his/her birthday before he/she was even thought of? Do they ever wonder about the special events that happened on that day besides their birth? I was astonished to have found out how much had happened on October 19.

The day started off normally, I woke up at my bed feeling the bright warm sunlight on my face. As I get off of my bed and looked out of the window,

and then find myself in a daze laying on the couch, in what seems to be

"Jacques dinner is ready!" I knew that voice, too well, it was Rose and she had gotten closer. I had no idea where I was, I had no idea which way to go, I was able to walk for some insane reason, so I walked as quietly as I could in what I had hoped would be as far away from Rose as possible. There were so many trees, I was for sure getting lost,

My birthday. Not a special occasion once a year. Rather, something occurring the day following Christmas, a much more celebrated day in almost everyone’s opinion. Certainly more likely to attract a crowd. Mother – sharing Father’s enthusiastic support – claimed my birth should have been on Christmas but the Doctor dispensed an anesthetic delaying her - and me. Both swore he went home for his family celebration. Perhaps he did.

My brother sitting next to my father with a confused look on his face. As I looked around the dining room, I recognized the quaint green walls and the bright blue chairs sitting in their perfect positions, but one thing was missing. The plates were empty and there was no food steaming in the middle of the table filling the room with warm smells. Now I was starting to get confused. I didn’t know what was going on and I was speechless.

We all sat down and talked. We talked about how everyone has been. My sisters school and my brothers new job. While we were talking there was another knock on the door. I went to go open the door and it was the pizza and the wings. I payed for them and grabbed the boxes and walked into the kitchen where my family was. Everyone was really hungry but my family really wanted me to see the big surprise they got for me. SO we agreed we would go outside to see what they got me. We went outside when I saw what they got me I almost cried in joy. My family got me the same looking motorcycle that was on my cake. It was a black Kawasaki Ninja 2017. It had a nice leather seat.The lights were bright white and it was really shinny.But I had one question.