25th!
One of the several posters my dad made for my birthday says: Happy Birthday QUARTER CENTURY OLD. Yes friends, I am officially 25 years old.
My birthday was happy, and pleasant and peaceful. It was also very reassuring.
Well, I spent the first 8 hours in the wards. It wasn't bad, except when I found myself eating my pizza in front of the pizza box, alone. Hay. Good thing some friends visited and kept me company. I also got a cute cake and muffins and several other gifts.
My dad also printed several posters which I found all over our unit, including the bathroom. I'm quite sure he slept late to do all of those, since at 12 midnight, he was still on his way to a meeting after he dropped by PGH to give me (and my dutymates) 2 boxes of pizza and several bottles of C2.
Later that day, my relatives from bulacan and pasig came over with a LOT of food. My only share in MY supposed birthday party was a kilo of pasta and chicken. I even have a yummy chocolate cake.
That, and several other phone calls, text messages, personal greetings...
My dad said I'm very blessed to be loved and cared for by these people.
I am.
And I am very grateful.
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