A Pile Of Birthdays

By Amritha G

Dear diary,

Today I turned 9 years old . I feel like a big girl. I want to become a woman like my aunt Susan. She is a great person. She has great hair, beautiful face and is loved by everyone. She loves me and I love her too. Today is special also because I won second place in the painting competition held at Fieldshire. My mother was a bit disappointed about not getting first place but still my parents took me to the beach and park after the prize distribution ceremony. Dad secretly bought me an ice cream. It's our little secret. I love my parents. Today was a very good day. I got a lot of presents. My best friend Ruby bought me a white teddy bear. I decided to name it Flamy; cause it looks like a fairy. I loved it. I love my birthdays.

Yours little

Amy

Dear diary,

Today was my nineteenth birthday. I am technically an adult; more precisely a young adult. I am really confused about my life. I am practically not good at anything. College and studies are hard. I find it really difficult. And I don't even have a friend. Ian is not my friend anymore. My parents never listen to me. They always have this prejudiced attitude whenever I speak to them. Nobody really understands me. What if I end up all alone, depressed and destitute. At times I get this feeling that I may not live till my 30's. If ever I made it till the 30's alive; it is going to be a miracle. You know that I don't believe in miracles, right. Let's take one step at a time. Birthdays are the worst.

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Amy

Dear diary,

I turned 31 today. I am so happy. Don't you want to know why ? Stephan proposed to me . Can you believe it? Guess what I said. I said "Yes" !!! I would be lying if I say I wasn't expecting it. But trust me I never expected it to be on my birthday. When he asked me to meet him after work, I was ready for a surprise. But not this. I told my parents and they are to meet Stephan's family this Sunday. We already decided to keep the function minimal and beautiful. We are looking towards a wedding in September. I might get some time to reschedule my work so that I won't be busy with work during my wedding. At times work can get the hell out of me but I love my job. My team gave me a birthday party today. I never knew that they loved me so much. Today was great. My birthday is the best day of the year.

Yours lovingly

Amy

Dear diary,

I had not in my entire life come across the thought that birthdays are a reminder to how close you are towards your death. This is my first birthday without both my parents. I feel a bit lonely. I am 48 and in two years I will be celebrating my golden birthday year. Ro and Jo as usual are always stubborn to make my birthday special. They are the best thing that happened in my life. This year they cooked a three course meal for me. Poor things, they did their very best. It was fun to watch Stephan eating those . They were definitely not for his palette . Still he made sure nothing was left to be thrown away. Health started to get in my way. I think of my parents everyday. I miss them. They could have been happy to hear about my promotion. It is a privilege to have a job that one loves and I find myself improving day by day. Maybe life is good afterall.

Yours

Amy

Dear diary,

Life is flying away. I am 78. It seems like yesterday I held my little Rosy in my hands. She was so tiny blinking at the hospital lights. She always resembles her mother and Ro is always happy to hear me say that. Last Christmas they came to visit. They could not make it today because Ro was busy with her work. She works hard, my little brave girl. Jo is happy with his puppies. Today he brought us two of them telling that they were my birthday presents. He always has his way of fun around. Stephan is still playing with them. After all these years I never realized he loved puppies. Funny, isn't it? I am so happy for him. He has got company. He was a bit lonely after we moved to the countryside. What should I name them? Let Stephan name them. He really seems to love them. I feel lucky to celebrate this birthday. My only wish is to hold his hands while I die.

Yours lovingly

Amy

By Amritha G