Question of the Day!

The day of my birth! No, I'm kidding.

The worst birthday I ever had. This is gonna sound super horrible. I just gotta say I was a selfish teenager who didn't think about how poor her family was.

My birthday fell on a Sunday that year. I was fifteen(I think). Just before church my parents put a small gift in my hands. They sang happy birthday and I opened it. They had wrapped up a picture that had been sitting on top of the microwave for months.

I smiled and pretended to like it. But then nothing else happened. We just went to church like normal. When we got home, there was no cake, no other presents. My brother mom and dad just ignored me.

Yep, I know things could've been worse. Something traumatic could've happened. But I was mad at my family for years for that one. Luckily I've grown up and now I don't expect anyone in my family to give two craps about any life event of mine.(sorry.)