Well except my grandfather, I think. He was really nice to me and he actually went to see me everytime he got back from wherever he went. He would come by the TV room or the computer just to give me a smile and then leave. He never does that. To any grandchild. Maybe he didn't say anything cause he wasn't sure and he didn't want to be embarassed if he was wrong.
So today, after sending my maid to the hospital for a leg check up, my grandmother apologized for forgetting. Honestly I didn't really mind. Then she straight away asked my grandfather to buy me a cake. An hour later there was a big fat moist dark chocolate banana cake for me. It was from Etoile at Equatorial hotel so there was no surprise that it tasted like heaven.
The downside was that I had to get everything ready for lunch and I had to put it all away due to my maid's painful leg. I mean yesterday was my birthday and my grandma ask me to do half of the house work. So technically my 18th birthday was spent doing chores.
My dad came back home late last night, like really late due to this big project at the office. He was so guilty cause he didn't get to spend time with me during my birthday. He even offered to take me on a birthday dinner this Sunday just to make up for it.
Honestly I never knew my family actually love me that much.
PS: Thanks to all for your great wishes! I'm legal bitches! Anyone want to join me for some margaritas?
Indulging my ears in: Everything by Fefe Dobson
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