02 December, 2009
When I was in grade school, my birthday is a national holiday. That's because I share the specialness (is that even a word?) of the day with then Philippine President Ferdinand Marcos. What a treat for all my classmates, right? No school on my birthday, they just have to attend my party.
I was the first child (of my parents of course) and the first grandchild (on my mother's side) so I was a little bit a prima donna (brat?). I have a party every year but when I turned 4 my parents decided to just give me a present on my special day instead of a party.
Day of my birthday I had a fever. To make me feel better, my mom and dad invited some friends to join us in cutting the birthday cake. As soon as I learned that, I didn't have a fever anymore. A lot of friends came and it turned into a whole afternoon of fun.