I don’t really remember when the last time was I celebrate my birthday at home. Oh well, I lived in boarding school [which only allows its students to go back home once a month, at the second week], then lived in another city for college, and that makes a probability that the last time I celebrated my birthday at home was when I was 14. It was 9 years ago.

And that’s why I miss home so much this year. Correction, every single birthday I celebrated not at home. I thank God that I always have friends who care much to me, always be there to cheer me up in my special day.

And it’s me, a girl who is now 23 year old, still loves purple a lot, misses her home and family so much, acknowledges all of her friends who remember her birthday.

And to God, who gives her this wonderful life. Ever.