Today was my 19th birthday. We all went out shopping. Heather bought me a new CD, Emma got me a charm bracelet, and a few people got me some charms for it. It was probably the best birthday I'd had in a while.
We danced again, had some snacks, and I went to bed really late. It was about one before we all decided to call it a night. I went to bed wondering why my parents didn't call.
Graham came the next day to wish me a happy birthday. He said he would have come the day before but his mother was sick and was rushed to the hospital.
"I'm sorry, Graham." I said hugging him.
"Kersey, phone!" Heather yelled.
"Hang on." I said, running over to Heather.
"I think its your parents." she whispered, while handing my phone.
"Umm, hello?" I said, clearing my throat. It was my mom.
"Hey, baby girl! Happy Birthday!" She said. I could tell she was trying to be cheery to make up for not calling yesterday.
"Hi Mom. Thanks." I said, with no enthiusiasm whatsoever.
"Did you get our card? We sent it yesterday, it should come today." she said.
"No, mom."
"Well it will come. We need to run, baby. Have an awesome day." she said.
"It was my party yesterday, but I'll have a better day than if I was at home." I said, hanging up. I didn't care if they didn't.
I went to check my mail. Sure enough, there was my birthday card, along with one from my Grandma in England and one from my aunt in Texas. At least they had an excuse for a late birthday card. I opened the one from my aunt Tracey first. The card had a fifty in it. I gasped. I wasn't all that surprised, she had always given us money. Ever since I was six.
The next was from my grandma Miranda. She wrote so many x's and o's it made me dizzy. Inside was a twenty. I smiled and stuck the money back in the card. The one from my parents was different. Inside they had all signed their names, and put two x's and two o's. It wasn't that special. I frowned and put the card back in. It was like I was a stranger to them. They were too afraid to write I love you.