I looked at the calendar today was July 2. Today is my eighteenth birthday.
For some reason, I didn't just want to get of bed.
Because, he hurt me.
I sighed and went back to bed.
A knock went on my door.
''Laurie! Honey Time for breakfast!''
No answers.
''Laurie?'' My mom replied.
I sighed once again.
''Laurie? What's wrong?''
Only you know Mom. I thought bitterly only to myself.
I sighed and looked at the frame of Dad. He was so happy in that photo.
He may have passed away.
But he does not want me to be upset.
Especially on my birthday.
I got out of bed and opened my door.
''Laurie, sweetie what's wrong?'' My mom asked.
''Nothing wrong Mom!'' I smiled big at her.
''Okay, Happy birthday, sweet pea,'' Then she got emotional and said,
''I cannot believe my baby girl is turning eighteen,'' I hand her the tissues before she turn on the waterworks every time I get older on this days.
''Your father will be so proud. Okay, Laurie time for breakfast,'' she kissed me on the cheeks as she walked off.
At, school everyone singed ''Happy birthday,'' to me.
For once I actually enjoyed it.
-The next day-
Something hit me.
''As, The people of New York City. We concerns you with an alien invasion,''
Joan Grady said.
'' Well, I'm Joan Grody and this is channel six news,'' Mom turned it off and said she is going to bed.
