Monday, twenty eighth of December. Another boring day, right between the most expected days in the year: Christmas Eve and New Year Eve. By the way my name is James. I’m an ordinary 15-year-old secondary school student. Quick look at the calendar, in looking for some special notes under that date. Few seconds later I knew – this won’t be just “another boring day”; today is my birthday.
So I dressed up quickly and had a look around the house: I wasn’t surprised by absence of my parents, as the work from early morning till nights, and total mess around. I ate my breakfast and spoke to myself:
– So nobody will tell you that today, at least I will – happy birthday dude
Then, I started to tiding up the house and so, I went in the city, to do some shopping and buy myself a gift. During that, I received a phone call – it was my mom. She said she’ll be expecting me home in next 15 minutes, as she and my dad planned to go out somewhere with me. So I came home and seen my parents singing “Happy Birthday”. That was a surprise, but after great wishing we decided to go and by me some gift, as well as for the lunch in some exotic restaurant.
After making our stomachs full, we finally could go shopping. As for most teenagers, that for me it was most expected part of birthday. But during the shopping, I finally understood that main point of the birthday is to spend time together, with family, unlike the other usual, boring days. We went to “Apple Store” to decide, with my dad, what shall they buy me for my birthday.
– Let’s look through the iPod’s – my Dad said – call an assistant
– ok – I said – but we don’t actually need one
– You’re right – dad said – the choice is still yours, as it’s your day and you can clearly say what you want
Then, we all went home being happy, except for my dad’s wallet, thinner by 200 quid. I really enjoyed the gift from my parents, but what I enjoyed the most, was the time spend together with my parents, and that they finally found a little time space for such a special day, like their son’s birthday obviously is. I was proud to be treated as the 16-year-old student and for my parents, that tried to plan the time that I would enjoy.
I woke up next morning. Everything’s the same, except for myself, being 16-year-old instead of 15-year-old guy. As usual, I dressed up quickly, ate my breakfast, work a little bit on my outstanding coursework. But there was something different, I thought. Then I heard a phone calling, but not mine, and then – someone speaking:
– oh my god! 8 am AGAIN!? Ok, make it 3 pm, tell him I’ll take the night shift
Yeah, it was my dad, just cancelling his day shift at work, to probably spent more time with me. So my mom did and then, I understood another thing – relationship in the family is more important than well paid day shift, than people waiting for my parents and even than an angry boss (although my parents deserved night shift rather than day shift). That’s what made me feel special.