Birthday breakfast
I think I just missed the last birthday breakfast I could have had with my family.
So, today is my birthday, and my mom wanted to make it special for me. We’re going to have the actual party later next week, but she still wanted to do something today. So she got up early and made a delicious potato, egg, and spinach bake, with special spiced juice on the side.
But I missed it. I had to go to work, and I didn’t want to be late to work, so I took my portion in a travel container, hugged my mom, and left them around the table without me.
It was only while I was driving away that I realized that this was likely my last birthday breakfast I will have with my family. I plan on moving out next year, which means that next birthday I’ll have will be alone.
If I’d have thought of that, I probably would have stayed. Especially because I’m late to work anyway. Even as I write this, I’m actually sitting in my car outside, avoiding going in to work, even though I’m 45 minutes late. I just wanted to get these thoughts out, but it’s stupid that I missed breakfast with the family for nothing. I don’t often cry, but I am right now. I know my family loves me a whole lot (and especially my mom), and I just wish I could show them that I love them too.
All right, time to pull myself together and go in to work.
-Jakobus
Update: I just walked in the door and everybody was worried about me cause I was late, and also all wishing me happy birthday, and I I feel very loved and like I’m about to cry again. Get it together Jakobus.