The school day is coming to a close and still no one has remembered my birthday. This possibly has to be one of the worst days of my whole entire life. First, I’m forgotten; then that leads me to be very lonely. What I would like to know is when or even if I’ll be remembered.
I get on the bus to go home and sit at the very back, hoping nobody sits next to me—I’m not in the mood to talk. Thankfully, nobody sits next to me. The bus pulls slowly out of the school parking lot and I know it will be awhile before I get home as the kids in my neighborhood are the last to be dropped off today. Since I have time and am exhausted from the long day’s work, I decided to let myself lie down on the seat of the school bus and take a short nap. My eyes slowly close, silence becomes evident, and thoughts clear my head.
Thirty minutes later…
Ah! Cramp! I shoot up and out of my seat and realize that the position I was sleeping in was—Wait! I’m not in a seat… I’m back in my bed! How’d I get here? What is going on? There’s no way that could have been a dream. It was so real, so clear, so…well, nightmare-ish! I decide to investigate. I get out of my bed, still tired and confused as to how I was all of the sudden in it, and walk over to my calendar. December 10th—the day hadn’t been crossed off yet. Wow. This means it really was just a dream—Or should I say nightmare?
I shake off the weird feeling as I try to figure out why I’d have such an awful dream. I get dressed and go through my birthday morning routine, just as I had in my dream. I cross my fingers and exit my bedroom. There stood my eight siblings.
“Happy birthday!” they shouted in unison.
My face lights up as they hug me with all their might, one by one, followed by a big group hug. I’m so happy that they really did remember! I then head down the stairs into the kitchen and what do I smell? Yes! French toast! I see the cinnamony goodness on the table in front of me and look up at my mom with sheer joy. I bet she’s never seen me so happy just because of two pieces of her French toast. After she tells me good morning and happy birthday, and after I say thank you and good morning back, I sit down and stick my fork into the French toast. I lift it up and shove it into my mouth, bending over the plate so I don’t get any syrup on anything. I laugh to myself as I see my brother Bentley eating Cocoa Pebbles—he looks pretty happy to be eating them.
I finish up my breakfast, say goodbye to my family, and head out the front door, skipping to the bus stop. The bus pulls up and I get on it and find a seat. My friend runs up the aisle, asks to sit next to me, and hands me a huge present. She tells me happy birthday and my day just keeps getting better.
After school…
Wow! My day at school was great! Everyone remembered my birthday and gave me tons of attention! Now, I couldn’t wait to get home and continue the great day. The bus pulls up to my bus stop, and I grab my things and run off the bus, down the sidewalk, and up to my house, being careful not to drop any of my presents and other items. I open the door to my house and…
“Surprise!” shout all of my friends and family.
OMG! They threw me a huge surprise party! This day is going extremely opposite from my dream last night. I can’t believe it. This is the best birthday I’ve ever had!
Later that night…
Today, I learned something. My dream taught me that I’m not as thankful about the small things in life, like French toast, a hug, or a simple “happy birthday,” as I should be. I realized that it’s the simple things in life that make me most happy. Today, I decided something. I decided that from now on, I’ll be more thankful for the times that I’m just simply remembered.
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