It was my birthday 🍓
It was my birthday 15 years ago. It was just like every other over the past 6 years. No cake, no candles, no presents, no fanfare. It was just another day; nothing to celebrate. I sat on the side edge of the bed pouting. I had a lil Lululemon tote in my hand. I wanted strawberries. Before opening my mouth I already felt very demanding. I said to it (the ex), ‘I want strawberries’ with a little whine. Before I knew it my bag was grabbed and flung to the floor. I went flying with it. On my knees, on the ground, I clung to my broken bag. The tears flowed down my cheeks. I looked up to see angry eyes looking back at me. My birthday was 3 days ago. This year marks the first time I got strawberries on my birthday. The one that came to my rescue says he will get them for me even when he is senile. He will write himself notes to remind himself. Sometimes things can turn around. I did pray for it never imagining it could happen. I still get sad sometimes but I remember that a good heart can put together the pieces. I don’t think he even knows how I longed for this sweetness all my life.
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