quietness ofmy birthday

true story bro.

I woke up like any normal day, because today was a normal day, except for the fact that it was my birthday. But that didn't matter, i was a 69 year old man, with no family, no friends, and live in a room in board with the family that took me in when i was mentally and physically unstable.
I've lived with them throughout their granddaughter's life. Actually, the year before she was born. And ever since that day she was, i was her best friend. One of her grandfathers. She grew up with me, creepy as that would sound outside of our box.
She was a brilliant and beautiful baby girl. She was the boss, she was angelica and i was the rugrat, but i didn't care about that. The point was she kept me busy and living all these years. And i've grown to love her like everyone else in the family. She was the only child for 10 years, and for 10 of those years, i kept her company as she wished for a sibling.

But the past few years has grown, and she barely looks at me when she's in the house. Like I am no longer living. I shudder at her presence when she passes me by in the hallways and make room for her, being the fat piece of useless that i am, and she walkes past me like there's nothing there. Like she wanted to be. SHe's a highschooler now.
Sometimes, when she's not busy she'll acknowledge i'm there and we have a quick conversation. 
I Haven't been completely useless, though. Since She had a baby sister, and took her place by my side and befriended me. She keeps me company, and we do projects like we used to when we were kids. But since she has a father, where as my teenager girl had not, her father is strict and does not like me with her much. So i have to sometime stay away from the baby when he is around, but even when he is around, she comes to me, where i find is appropriate to come and play with her.

Today The baby was not here, so i stayed sitting on the couch watching t.v. and smoking, The usual things i did when she wasn't here. The oldest stayed on the computer, typing up words, and laughing and singing. Which honestly, annoyed me since she wasn't really singing like she used to, but rapping like a black man. I'm a bit racist. That's just how i am.
Later, when her mother came to pick her up i was allowed to hang out with the smallest for half an hour, where as i told her it was my birthday. She thought i was joking and then she made me a present, which was the cutest thing I've seen ever.

"Did you know it was Harry's birthday today?"
I shook my head. "You didn't say happy birthday?! Bur you knew him for a long time!"
I felt horrible, how can i forget someone's birthday? Someone like him? I owe him too much.