On this exact same date seventeen years ago I was born. Tuesday, December, 14th…
What time? I don’t know, ask my parents? They don’t know… well shouldn’t it be written on my birth certificate? I don’t have one… I wonder if I’m really 17. Then again I wonder if today is my actual birth date. I suppose anything is possible at this point. I don’t have many baby photos, only enough to suffice my curiosity as to whom I looked like as a kid. My dad they all say, hence my name ‘Phal’nika from So’phal’.
Well he just arrived home a few minutes ago, instead of wishing me a Happy Birthday he told me how inconvenient it was for him to always walk into my room to obtain the body lotion. I guess he forgot again, not like he remembered last year… or the year before that. But that’s okay, as long as I remember myself right? To be completely honest, I hadn’t realised time had travelled by so fast… I had forgotten temporarily only to be reminded five days prior. I shouldn’t be complaining, even my parents don’t know their actual date of birth.
Fair enough, we’re an equal family then.
except Bryan that lucky bastard. Harhar :)
