It was my sister's birthday on Friday. This is the first time we both weren't there for each other's birthdays. In fact, I have also missed my dad's birthday too and will probably be missing my brother's as well. The only birthday I didn't miss was my mum's. I was there celebrating with her and the rest of the family when I was back there in September. Yay!
Our family has a tradition of celebrating birthdays. Thinking about it, there would always be at least a cake and often, a meal, either cooked by my mum or at a restaurant. There were some surprise birthday parties too, where friends have even been roped in as well. I had organised a few for my sister and she had also surprised me quite a few times too.
It felt quite weird not being able to be there and wishing them 'Happy Birthday' in person. Missing my sister's birthday hit me the hardest. I was a bit out-of-sorts that day. My thoughts kept going back to her. I was wondering how she was spending her day and hoping that she was having a good time. That night, I was thinking about her, about how we used to do everything and go everywhere together. I miss her.
The only thing I could do was to send something for her through the mail. And hope it would arrive on time. It didn't. I didn't want to send it too early or too late. The idea is for the package to arrive on the exact day. But of course, postal services can be unpredictable sometimes. I have to remember to send birthday packages a bit earlier next time. It's better for it to arrive early than late.
This won't be the only year I would miss their birthdays. This is just the start. I am sure I would be missing more in future. I do miss them terribly but I guess I have to get used to it. Life goes on, whether I'm there or here. They would have to celebrate without me. I hope they know that as they have their birthday meals and cakes, I would be here thinking about them.
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