Blowing Candles

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A good birthday is a combination of simple and sincere words.

Submitted: March 31, 2016

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Submitted: March 30, 2016





"Haaaaaappy biiiiiirthday toooooooooo youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~"



The cake is flavored Strawberry. I didn't like it.



"Start blowing those candles because i'm hungry!"

"Shut up, it's not your cake Jeremy! Take your time, lovely. Make a good wish."


But I loved it. It's because they bought it for me.



As I tightly put my hands together and nervously closed my eyes to make a wish, I actually did not. Instead, I feel them all around me. I become conscious at stuff like this--being surrounded, looked at, the center of attention for a few seconds. It's making me uncomfortable so instead of thinking, I just focused on feeling them all behind my sight. There were some casual breathings, short words passed on one another about how 'serious' I am to whatever I was wishing, and I fought the urge to smile.





"I hope she could stay safe always."





At first, I heard a voice, a voice I never really expected. And then, I realized that the owner of the voice is praying, wishing something for me. And then...



I've realized that he's actually hoping for my safety. It's a few words that sent a large amount of effect in my whole body and soul.




My heart beats faster, those cliche butterflies in the stomach, maybe I'm also blushing subtly, and I almost wanted to do an exaggerated interpretative dance because of what I am feeling right now. Also, there are fireworks in my body. Bloody good fireworks exploding inside. 




And then I gave a wide, WIDE smile. 

They thought I've just finished my wish when I opened my eyes.





"Yaaaaaaaaaaay happy birthday! Eating tiiiiiime!" They all chorused, and started making a decorationless party of their own.






From there, I have made two wishes for my birthday.






Number one, I wish this day will never end.





And number two, I wish he stopped being humble and ate a piece of cake.




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