SurpriseA Story by WriterMeWho says you need to blow candles, to get what you want on your birthday?“I have to tell you something” Lisa said to me. We were standing in the corridor of her apartment building. Her sea blue eyes under the dim light of the hall, was filled with mock sadness. “What?” I asked her, slightly puzzled. Just then, I noticed her lips pursed themselves. As if she was trying hard to not smile. Or maybe she was just picking her next words really carefully. “I…” She hesitated and eventually sighed. “I forgot your birthday”. As she said that, for a split second I thought she was joking and that this has to be one of her tricks. It had to be. My mind was trying to give itself so many reasons why she could be just kidding. At any moment, she would open the front door of her apartment and yell “Surprise!” A stereotype surprise birthday party. But slowly, realization began to sink it and it dawned on me that fact that she actually forgot. This entire day she didn’t say a thing about my birthday. The whole day we went shopping, eating or just hanging out, she didn’t say a thing. And now she must have remembered it and she was being honest with me. Typical Lisa. “I am so sorry” she whispered and approached to hug me. Still, I could believe it. Or rather, I refused to. With all the hints I dropped over the last few days and all those marks I made on her calendar, how could she forget? Even a person with Alzheimer’s disease would have remembered. I felt my face fall, my heart saddened and my eyes were filling themselves with tears. Tears I thought were suppose to be of happiness today, born due to the thought of my friends and family all around me and a big cake, celebrating the day of my existence. Now, useless tears rolled off my cheeks. This time, they were filled with nothing but disappointment. “I am sorry” Lisa said again, still hugging me. As if that could lessen anything I feel right now. “No, no. It’s alright” I gently shrugged her off and fluttered my hands across my cheeks, trying to wipe away my current session of outpour. I knew I was being stupid. It’s just a birthday! I wasn’t like anyone died (thankfully). “But I am really sorry” Lisa began rummaging around her bag. Looking for her house key, I suppose. “It’s not a problem” I tried to smile. “It’s just my stupid 18th birthday”, -which I have been planning since a year ago and eagerly waiting each day till I turn legal. “I’ll have another birthday next year” I said to her. I think my word’s deceived her. Only I knew how false they really were. “Oh…” Lisa looked thoughtful “So you mean to say that you don’t mind if we don’t do anything at all?” she stuffed the key in the lock. “Yes...” I replied, sniffing my misery away. “That’s too bad” Lisa slowly pushed the door open. Her living room was clothed in darkness. “What’s too bad?” I asked, confused again. But before she could have said anything, her living room erupted in light and instantly a loud cheer of “SURPRISE!!” filled the air. © 2010 WriterMeAuthor's Note
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