Today's the first time after my last birthday that someone asked for my age. Reasonable, since I turned 19 only yesterday. It took me 5 seconds to convince myself that I'm not that old, and 50 minutes to realize that I'm actually happy to be a year older. A birthday has more perks anyway--financial and material gifts, food, definite time period for people to sincerely think about your well-being, and license to be free.
The biggest contributors to yesterday's memorability are: (1) the lack of excessive food on the table; (2) the absence of a random Facebook friend who dropped by in my page to post only the acronym "HBD"; (3) the gift of freedom from my mom to select a suitable gift for myself; and, most especially, (4) these:
--the assurance that I will have better days than the ones I had, from the one who has been providing me that already.
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