This year, I decided to be creative and do something handmade for my mother. I used newspaper and made her face out of newspaper and the earrings I already planned to give her since last year.
I came back home after choir practice and ran up to my room. I wrapped up and did the final touches on the small box of earrings. I looked at my craft and hoped that my mother would not think a kindergarden child did it. My drawing skills were not necessarily the best out of all the three of her children. Basically, it did not look that impressive.
"It is the thought that counts."I walked down the stairs and to her home office. I bravely knocked on the door and went in. "Happy birthday, mommy!" I wished her. I passed her the gift and looked for satisfaction in her reaction. Let us just say that it was not the best reaction I could receive from my mother. It was enough for me. I then ran back upstairs and tried to finish my homework. Sadly, my nerves would not let me. I was still too excited (or you could say nervous) from giving my mom her birthday present. The thoughts of doubt sped through my head like a racing car on the track.
The thought rushed out of my head as my brother and I were called down for dinner. We ate in such solemn atmosphere. My mom told us that she did not want us to sing for her nor blow candles. "I'm too old for that." I quote. No matter what she said, my brother and I still sang her that birthday song even without the candles. At least it felt somewhat birthday-like. My family will never get used to celebrating birthdays cause all we would do is get cake, sing, blow candles and eat cake after dinner. I guess the big celebrations and meaningful parties were just an influenced misconception from the many American television shows I used to watch as a child.
We had this beautiful delicious cake from Ficelle Boulangerie & Patisserie that was given to my mom from her friend. We made a guess that it was a sponge and cheesecake mix because it was as filling as a cheesecake but the texture was spongy. It was quite amusing trying to figure out what kind of cake it was. It was an elegant hemisphere shaped cake which was totally cream coloured all around it. We sang for my mom, took some photos and continued with cake cutting and eating of the cake. My brother even had two pieces.
I kind of forced my brother to take a photo with us cause clearly he did not look that happy. I wish I could have done more for my mother's birthday but as a high school girl, some things are not possible at this age and time. I hope my mom enjoyed her birthday and had a good time. With that, I end my post. Hope you enjoyed my blog. Till next post!