Fifteen!  

That's right, happy birthday to me. I think I would start with something nice that happened! 

In the morning,  Badi Maa woke me up and showed me a brand new cycle, it's lavender in color with a cute basket in the front. It's adorable! Bade Papa was wise and he bought me an e-book! That's right! My very own e-book!  Curl's Papa got me a calculator...yeah, I had good laugh too when he handed it to me.  I might have mentioned it in the first entry, I lost mine! Or specifically, Curls lent it to...we need a name for him, Flower Bracelet, because he bought me a friendship bracelet which was a big sunflower when I was in fifth standard.  He bought me a fancy one, it's a graphing calculator! Sadly, I wouldn't be able to use ever in my exams or in any of my class. Honestly, I feel he got it to speed up his calculations, solve quadratics and whatever else is coming our way- Calculus! How convenient! Chachi, she is a sweetheart, she bought me my first ever purse. It isn't too fancy but it's jet black with studs all around it. A little gothic for my taste. Curls has an eye on it. I shall see, I might even lend it if she is nice to me.  Oh her gift, well, she baked me a cake! It was perfect, flawless and delicious. She also choreographed a  whole dance sequence with the entire family to perform for my birthday.  Wherever that kinda loves comes, it scares me sometimes. Someone must have forced her, but she put so much effort, so maybe she did it for me.  Who knows what this curly-headed roommate has in mind!

Blessings, Counted.  

So what is a birthday?  A day you were born to your parents and that particular day, you celebrate each year.

 Who are parents? Where are my parents? I didn't get to mention them earlier,  for the past five years,  I have not seen them. I don't know where they are. Sometimes wonder, if they are alive, but I'm fortunate, they are alive somewhere. But why are they not with me, like all parents are with their children, I have a very short answer, given to me years ago.  Your dad committed theft and is in prison. Your mom was not well, she is living far away till she gets better. Five years have gone by,  I wonder what horrible did my dad attempt to steal that he wasn't able to contact me all these years. And I wonder, what unfortunate health issue hasn't been treated. 

Now, I just think, I'm the forgotten daughter. If I ever write my biography, that's going to be the title: The Forgotten Daugther.  Was I really that terrible child?  Did I do something so wrong that my own paternal grandmother  sent me away to live with another family? A family that I share no blood relation with, but they are all I have. 

 I think of them way too many times, the thought of them sucks me back to the hole I try hardest to come out from each morning. The questions linger on my throat. I've screamt in an empty house. I've searched as much as I could. There is no glimpse, no answers. 

Why have they vanished? No one gives me more than what they already have. They think it will be hurt, but I'm on fire that burns each day. I'm not over it, as much as I show and move on, I return back to my little bed and go back to sleep thinking, wishing, hoping that tomorrow, they'll return for me.  

The flame will dance, it burns till there is fuel. Oh boy, I have enough to burn the city.