Today is my birthday.
I woke up.
It was like every other day.
Except I can tell everyone that it is my birthday today.
I went to school.
I learned stuff.
I had fun.
Just like on every other day.
When I got home, I got to open presents.
We had the dinner I chose: pizza.
I think I get to play more video games on my birthday.
I think my mom and dad don’t want to tell me no, on my birthday.
For this reason, birthdays are nice.
I like getting presents and not being told to stop doing what I want to do.
I don’t like singing or major attention.
Cake is good.
I like ice cream better.
Only the soft kind though.
I feel very loved on my birthday.