Gifts!

I wasn't sure if it was just my parents or parents everywhere, but mine never remembered my birthday on their own.

Over the years, I would be the one to wake up on my birthday morning, run to their room and bounce excitedly on their bed, all the while screaming, "It's my birthday!"

I began to do that at the age of six because they wouldn't remember my birthday that early until their calendars reminded them or it popped into their minds in the late afternoon.

There was one funny and also despondent memory that happened when I turned thirteen and I wasn't sure I would be able to forget it in a long while.

My father walked into my room that evening, bespectacled and in his favorite shorts and I thought that he wanted to discuss with me or seize my phone as I had been operating it since the crack of dawn.