Happy Birthday
May. 14th, 2012 10:19 amFirst thing, after getting out of bed, Pop pops into the big room and greets me, “Happy birthday!”
Maybe he made a point of doing this because he felt bad for forgetting last year, apparently not suspecting in the least that I wished he would continue forgetting. It might not be so bad if that greeting came with a twenty-dollar bill. I might even order another movie that he might enjoy. But I don’t want to whine. After all, he caught me while I was reading from the Kindle that he bought me not long ago.
Still, the birthday greeting feels so bad. Like a load of shame heaped on top of my head. As it probably should. But it is not as though I am going to change and put in a job application at the grocery store or a burger place.
Maybe he made a point of doing this because he felt bad for forgetting last year, apparently not suspecting in the least that I wished he would continue forgetting. It might not be so bad if that greeting came with a twenty-dollar bill. I might even order another movie that he might enjoy. But I don’t want to whine. After all, he caught me while I was reading from the Kindle that he bought me not long ago.
Still, the birthday greeting feels so bad. Like a load of shame heaped on top of my head. As it probably should. But it is not as though I am going to change and put in a job application at the grocery store or a burger place.