I never know what do say, what to do, when people from work get me cakes.... the thoughts running from my mind are, why did they get me a butter cream cake? I hate butter cream! or Why a chocolate cake? I don't like chocolate! or why a cake at all, I don't want cake. Even when they get me things I do like, the thoughts are, why are they touching my Tiramisu? can't I just take all the tiramisu and go home? Keep your paws off Tiramisu! and I can't believe this person has never heard of tiramisu.
Anyway, back before I had social anxiety and hated cake, Sister #2 gave me the best present in the world!
In the spring of 1989 I asked my parents for a Ken doll I had seen in a store close to the market. I negotiated with both of my parents, beg, pleaded and cried for it. All to no avail. The answer was No, they would not be buying me a super expensive toy for no reason. I cried for hours!
A few weeks later, I paid them back the only way I knew how... going to live with my grandparents for the summer.
Growing up my family didn't really do big birthday celebrations, or big presents. At most, we would get a new outfit, and sometimes the outfit was handmade by my mom. My mom made the best dresses!
A few weeks before my birthday, my Mom came over to say that they were all coming over to my grandmas for my birthday celebration. She had me pick up my cake shape, I picked a heart shaped cake with pink frosting and sprinkles.
The morning of my birthday, my mom and my sisters showed up with my aunt and my cousins. We made a chicken from my grandmas farm, my mom and my aunt made the cake.
After we ate and had cake, I was surprised with presents. One from my mom, a precious red dress in a red paisley print with a pocket on the side. It was beautiful! Now, please feel free to call me an ungrateful jerk after this, because that was not the best present.
My sister, who is younger than me by 2.5 years said she had a present for me too. She brought out a box wrapped on really pretty and shinny silver paper. When I opened it, I screamed and cried. It was the Ken Doll I had cried for hours for!
|This was not my Ken doll, just one I found online.|
Sadly, I have to report that a year later my awful cousin broke off my Ken's leg. I wanted to kill her! and I cried again for a long time. My Uncle Ruben (May he rest in peace), attached his leg with a wire, but it ended up being longer than the other leg. But I still loved my Ken.
Out of all the birthday presents I received, that is the one I can most clearly remember. I hope to one day make it up to my sister.
What has been your best birthday present?
How did you celebrate birthdays as a kid?
What is your Favorite type of birthday cake?