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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Review Chain

A story about the things a not-so-ordinary man did during his not-so-ordinary birthday.

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It's my birthday today. I'm so excited!

I woke up at six, way before the nice beautiful lady woke me up. I sat on the side of my bed thinking about what I wanna do today. I want to play scrabble with Mr. Johnson and Mrs. DeMita, but this time, I hope they let me win. Then I'll have support group with the old people from the left wing, and I hope they sing me happy birthday before we start. That'd be really nice! Then, I'll go play the piano near that place where they give us our medicines.

But the best part is that my parents and my friends will visit me today. I haven't seem them in a long time, but today I will! I really hope they take me back home now this time; this place is beautiful and there are lots of nice people in blue who assist me, but it's still better at home. Nothing beats being at home.

The nice lady went to my room and greeted me good morning and a happy birthday before helping me shower. She was really nice! After I changed clothes, she gave me a birthday hat so people know it's my birthday. Cool, huh?

Anyway, I ate breakfast and everyone at the cafeteria greeted me a happy birthday, and I said thank you in return. It was funny because the new guy, Mr. Mitchell, he said that it was just my birthday yesterday and that everybody greeted me again today. I said that was impossible, because a birthday only happens once a year. Everyone knows that! So I just laughed. But it's okay; I understand that he's old and old people forget sometimes.

In the afternoon I played scrabble with Mr. Johnson and Mrs. DeMita after we drank our medicines. We sat on a table on the side of the white room where the old people stay after breakfast. Mrs. DeMita was really nice and let me take my time when thinking. She even let me swap tiles with her twice! Such a nice lady. Mr. Johnson was a bit different, though. He was nice, but a but impatient. He also doesn’t like it when he's losing; he always says to Mrs. DeMita, "Don't patronize him, it'll just make him more delusional", and Mrs. DeMita would always shush him. Anyway, I won three games and they only won one each. Good enough for my birthday!

After lunch I went to the left wing of the building to have support group with Dr. Glasses. That wasn’t really his name, but I liked to call him that. Anyway, they sang me happy birthday, which was really nice! A new lady asked how old I was, and I told her I was twenty. She then asked me if I'm kidding, and I told him I'm a kid but I'm not kidding and laughed. Dr. Glasses whispered something to her after that; I didn't hear it, but I think he told her to be nicer to me.

After that I stayed at the main hall where a lot of old people stay to watch the wall-mounted TV. This was where we receive our guests, so I should see my parents and friends arrive at the entrance anytime. I had some time to kill, so I asked the lady that gave out medicines if I can play the piano. She said I couldn't because others were watching the TV. I told her please and said that it was my birthday so maybe she could let me play for a bit. I even showed her my birthday hat! But she said I really couldn't. That was a bummer. But she greeted me a happy birthday, though, so I guess it's not that bad.

So I just sat there and watched TV. They were playing cartoons. I love cartoons! First they played this funny talking duck and his friend pig. After that this cat and mouse program played on, and it was funny too because the cat always tried to catch the mouse but the mouse always found ways to evade him.

After that, some of the old people had gone away someplace else. I would have went someplace, too, maybe to the gardens or something, but I don't want to miss Mom and Dad and my friends. I want to wait for them here.

But eventually the sun set, and I was the only one left on the hall. I kept looking outside, peering to the gates if a car or a group of people were coming. I was so nervous and anxious I kept on tugging at the string of my birthday hat until it broke. I took it off and just held it my hand.

We gathered at the hall again for dinner, but I hardly ate. I still kept thinking about my Mom and Dad and my friends. Why were they late? Did something happen to them? They couldn't have just forgotten, could they?

After dinner I stayed at the hall again. Holding my party hat in one hand, I kept looking at the gates to see if someone was coming. I paced around, slowly at first, then faster and faster until it's as if I was running in circles. When I got tired, I sat down on one of the seats near the wall. I put my legs up the chair and hugged them to my chest and rocked back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

When the bell for bedtime rang, I didn't want to go. I just sat there rocking myself until the nice lady from this morning found me. I asked her why my parents didn't come. Maybe they told her if they weren't coming or if they'll be late; it was my birthday after all. She said she didn't know, but she'll have someone call them to ask what happened. I asked her to promise me she'll do that, but she told me I had to go back to my room first, and so I did. She helped me get dressed. As I laid down on my bed she took my party hat and put it on top of the bedside drawer, and promised that she'd call my parents to find out what happened.

 

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It's my birthday today. I'm so excited!

I woke up at six, way before the nice beautiful lady woke me up. There's already a birthday hat on top of my dresser. I picked it up but the string was broken so I couldn't wear it properly. I'll just ask the nice lady to fix it for me. But still; pretty cool, huh?

I sat on the side of my bed thinking about what I wanna do today. I want to play scrabble with Mr. Johnson and Mrs. DeMita, but this time, I hope they let me win...


Submitted: March 23, 2021

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AdamCarlton

'Hope I die before I get old.' Doesn't seem to happen though.

Tue, March 23rd, 2021 3:49pm

88 fingers

I hope you didn't peer into my future. I didn't like it. But very well written story.

Tue, March 23rd, 2021 9:02pm

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If people with 10 fingers can have amazing futures, what more if you have 88?

Nah, just kidding. I'm sure you've got a great future ahead of you. And thanks for reading. Appreciate it.

Fri, March 26th, 2021 10:25pm

Ruelynn

Dude... Everything. I was so drawn into the story, your author style. I envy POV authors, I head hop too much, I've come to know and try to avoid that now. This made me so sad, it reminds me of my brother. He's not elderly and forgetful but he shutdown. This was just perfect and ended just right

Sat, May 8th, 2021 6:42pm

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Thank you for reading! Your kind words are appreciated. So sorry about your brother. I hope you all are doing okay.

Sun, May 9th, 2021 2:22am

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