Today was my birthday. 21st of January. I really-really hate the day i was born. Yes, just like Job and Jeremiah. They cursed the day they were born and wish to not be born.
In Bahasa, terms of "Happy Birthday" was translated to "Selamat Ulang Tahun," and it made me sick. When I was five years old, I've got my first birthday party. I do feel like I was a main character. And the tomorrow of it, my friend give me his lunch. My teacher saw it, and she ask to my friend, am I ask for it or he gave it to me. My friend—maybe he didn't knew about terms minta or memberi—told my teachers I was the one ask for it, and I really felt it was my first betrayal. When I was 14, we go out for eat some steaks, and my parents got fight, because something happened in their work. When I was 18, I got my first puppy, and yet I should gave him away because my family couldn't afford a new member of family. When everyone said "Selamat Ulang Tahun" to me, I really hate it, because it made me to mengulangi banyak hal yang terjadi selama aku ulang tahun. And it was awful.
I really cursed the day I was born. I was a understanding child, understanding friends, understanding the man I am. I didn't ask to be born, and I didn't ask to be celebrate. Please, be quite.
