My 18th birthday

I have been thinking of a lot recently. About the life I had before, the trials and heartaches, the happy and sad moments, the triumphs and losing times and all that my beautiful life had been through.
But one thing I could not really forget was my 18th birthday.

Every teenager at the age of 17 is always excited for their coming debuts. Thinking that it will be the best time of their life. Pink dresses, colorful balloons, fancy invitations, beautiful flowers, handsome escorts, 18 candles, and a lot more. It is also the legal age to have freedom to choose whatever they want in life. The idea makes every teenager jumpy. A moment worth waiting for. But I don't know what a real debut is all about since I never have a party when I reached that stage of my life nor a good memory I can keep forever how my debut was celebrated. It was one of my darkest and unforgettable time of my life.

I woke up at around 5 o'clock in the morning on September 5, 2007 very happy and eager to go to school. As I went downstairs, everyone was doing their usual routine, my mom was preparing our breakfast, my eldest sister was still asleep and my dad was outside the house cleaning our car, I thought one of them would greet me a happy birthday but no one just did. So I just ignored them and continue the things I'm doing. I took a bath, wore my USC uniform, prepared my lunch box and asked "baon". I just kept all the pain I had in my heart that time and did my best not to cry because I was still looking forward for them to greet me. Maybe, they just want to surprise me or something since it was my 18th birthday. When I reached school, I cried in front of my friends and told them that my family didn't greet me. My friends did their best to comfort me and take all the bad things I had in mind. Trying to make me laugh and feel that it was really my day and I should be happy. Hours passed, it was late in the evening, I happily stepped in our doorstep, excitedly opened the door and was shocked and surprised as I saw my parents sleeping already. I hurriedly went to my room, cried like there's no tomorrow. I was really disappointed. I got angry and the next thing I knew, I did not talk to them nor open a topic to have a conversation the next day.

It was a very bad memory. Until now I could not still forget it. I'm having nightmares about celebrating my 18th birthday. Am doing my best to forget what had happened. Hope my coming birthday will not be the same as my 18th. .. I hope.. I hope..