I woke up on my 20th birthday with a sore head. I remember the clinking of glasses, the vibrations of the speakers, and the roll of the dice across the breakfast bar, from the night before. I smiled at the thought of celebrating late into the night with my friends.
It was time to smarten myself up ready to catch the train back home. I smeared foundation over the bags under my eyes.
Upon returning home, I saw a giant balloon with a hand-written 20 on it. I enjoyed a buffet with my mother and grandparents. I smiled at the thought of celebrating all day long with my family.
My mood is lifted,
Contrasting celebrations.
I smile at the thought.
In response to dVerse’s Birthday Haibun Challenge found here
Memories are made of this. It is a well written and heartfelt reminiscence. Love this.
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Thank you! ✨
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I like this. One with the family and one with friends. Always two different stories😊
Pat
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What fun to have a celebration with both friends and family. (K)
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It was lovely 😊
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Those were the days. You are lucky you can remember how you got home afterwards 🙂
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Very true haha! ✨
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I loved the celebration excitement described here. It made me smile. What a great memory!
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Thank you! ✨
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