10/1/2013

Well, my day has come. I'm a year older now. You'll probably find out my age if you read my last year's birthday post. I'm happy now that I finally reached my rightful age of the year. Not because I'm a year older, but because now I can feel older around my friends who were born in the same year as I was. My friend Sr is about 5 months older than me. Mar's sister Ra is my age, though I don't know her birthday. And yay, I'm older than Hib and H and Mar now. With Hib it's a 1 year difference. With H it's 2. And with Mar it's 3.

Hib said she would give me something on Saturday. I can't wait to see what it is.

Why so glum, do I sound? Because I can never really be happy about birthdays. Muslims don't celebrate them. I think they're fine as long as people don't make you a cake with stinky candles, sing a ridiculous song, and throw an equally ridiculous party. Giving gifts is all right. My parents sort of gave me a gift last year. It was awesome. The only thing I didn't like about it was that the day was gloomy.

Anyway...I received a nice surprise this morning when I opened Google Chrome. It was this:

If I put my mouse over it, the message says, "Happy Birthday N!" Thanks, Google.

Well, that's all I have for today. Ummi and Abi are in Madinah now. El shared pictures of them with us on G+. Thanks, El.

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