A Birthday or a Celebration

Hello!

I remember that when I was about to turn 15, I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to celebrate it. I told my mom and she said “You are my only daughter, I will celebrate your 15th Birthday with or without you”. And I asked her “But who am I going to invite?” “How many students are in your class? There you have 60 guests.” And that was the end of the discussion.

It was also the beginning of the year, my birthday was in April so my party was going to be the first, and all the others were going to celebrate in a group (like, 3 friends that were born in July, for example) and I was going to do it alone. Teenager drama.

It was one of those big stupid parties, that are like a small wedding. The invitations had confeti inside them, we rented a place, ordered a cake shaped like a music box with a porcelain ballerina, all decoration combined with my dress (one we had ordered online and arrived one week later, but that’s another story). I think I had never felt so spoiled!

It was fun though, weird, but fun.