The other day I thought of the past 9 birthdays. 6 were in Germany, 1 in France and 2 in Brazil; this one is in Romania.
Out of the same 9, 2 were complete and amazing surprises with smartly dressed male friends handing me roses while I was being led blindfolded from one to the other. One was incredibly sad and lonely, and another one I spent crying in an airport because I could not board. The rest were pleasant days I generally spent with friends. This one...I spent it so far with my grandma and with my parents.
I finished the work I had to do around the house, had a special Bucuresti cake with an improvised candle on top, made a wish and blew the candle, now I can run, jump in my bed, listen to loud music, get ready, and finally go out!
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