My Birthday Party (Revised)
Las Corujas headstart, where children are taken away from their mothers for an extensive cruel amount of time. On May 18th of 1995 I was officially five years old. It was rather a bittersweet moment, I loved the fact that I had turned 5 and all the presents which came with it, but at the same time that day was a Thursday which meant I had to go to school to "learn". Ever since the school year started I had cried every single day and made the biggest scene imaginable. I would grip my mom's shirt or my dad's car seat and cry hysterically as they abandoned me in that foul place where other kids made fun of me. On that particular day however I had promised I wasn't going to cry.
"I promise, I won't cry mom." - I said as my eyes watered.
I guess she noticed because she picked me up and reassured me that she would be there by noon.
"Its your birthday today, and we still need to pick up the cake and some other things, we will go to your school at noon, to set up the decorations."
For some reason my parents thought it would be a good idea for me to have my birthday party with my classmates. I guess they thought it would be a good way to socialize. I had been in school for almost eight months and I barely made any friends, I was too busy crying to go home. That day my mom dressed me up with my new clothes, some khaki shorts my buzz light-year sneakers and my Thomas and Friends t-shirt. I cried hysterically as they wrestled me into the back seat. And like every other day in between sobs I would tell them, "Pick me up at one, please pick me up at one!" I didnt really understand the concept of time, so I thought that one was the closest hour, closer even than noon. So there I was all covered in tears and snot, going to pre-school. The scene was just as always, my parents abandoned me in that cruel place that every other kid seemed to love, and the teachers almost never paid attention to me. I guess they knew I would eventually stop.
So I watched my parents leave to get my birthday stuff. I went to my little corner and continued to cry, no one paid that much attention, It was the usual scene after all. One of the teachers went up to me and offered me a cookie which I refused (for some strange reason sweets weren't my favorite, let alone a bribing technique). So the hours passed the kids played games and I eventually stopped crying. It was close to noon and I was having one of my everyday discussions with an annoying kid who had a gap in between his teeth. We would always used to argue who was the Red Power Ranger from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.
"I'm the red one, because I have watched all the episodes." he said mocking me.
I however fired back. "I have all the stickers!"
It was my birthday and there was nothing he would say to make it otherwise. We continued our argument till snack time, by then my parents had arrived just as they had said. When my mom started decorating everyone was excited, my birthday party's theme was none other than Power Rangers. Soon I had forgotten my fight with the other kid and was smiling as they brought my cake. My mom placed the cake in the center of the table with the Power Rangers mantle, She put small Power Ranger candy bags across the rest of the mantle. All the kids were excited, most of them didn't celebrate their birthdays at school. This was my day and only mine. My dad then took out the birthday candles, they were to my opinion the best candles I had ever seen. They were small wax figurines of the Power Rangers, and they fit perfectly to my birthday, five years, five Rangers. Once I saw them placed on the cake I quickly had to correct the grave error I saw.
"Dad! The blue ranger isn't the leader its the red one." - I said seeing the blue ranger candle half encircled by the other ones.
My dad quickly fixed the horrible mistake. All was well, until...
The teacher started to hand out the party hats, they were cap shaped with the animal corresponding to a ranger. There were only two colors, black and red. The black one was a mastodon and the red one a T-Rex. In that moment I quickly looked for that annoying kid who I always fought with. He was going to get a red ranger party hat I was sure of it. But I wouldn't have it not on my birthday.
"Missy! I want the boys to get the black hats, and the girls the red one, and I want a red one also." - I said immediately.
She didn't argue what so ever. She did as I said, I was sure I had annoyed the kid who always annoyed me. After that everyone sang happy birthday. I was so happy I had the best birthday party. I ate cake, got lots of presents and played in the school yard. The following day however it was back to the same routine, crying and wishing that my parents would pick me up at one.
"I promise, I won't cry mom." - I said as my eyes watered.
I guess she noticed because she picked me up and reassured me that she would be there by noon.
"Its your birthday today, and we still need to pick up the cake and some other things, we will go to your school at noon, to set up the decorations."
For some reason my parents thought it would be a good idea for me to have my birthday party with my classmates. I guess they thought it would be a good way to socialize. I had been in school for almost eight months and I barely made any friends, I was too busy crying to go home. That day my mom dressed me up with my new clothes, some khaki shorts my buzz light-year sneakers and my Thomas and Friends t-shirt. I cried hysterically as they wrestled me into the back seat. And like every other day in between sobs I would tell them, "Pick me up at one, please pick me up at one!" I didnt really understand the concept of time, so I thought that one was the closest hour, closer even than noon. So there I was all covered in tears and snot, going to pre-school. The scene was just as always, my parents abandoned me in that cruel place that every other kid seemed to love, and the teachers almost never paid attention to me. I guess they knew I would eventually stop.
So I watched my parents leave to get my birthday stuff. I went to my little corner and continued to cry, no one paid that much attention, It was the usual scene after all. One of the teachers went up to me and offered me a cookie which I refused (for some strange reason sweets weren't my favorite, let alone a bribing technique). So the hours passed the kids played games and I eventually stopped crying. It was close to noon and I was having one of my everyday discussions with an annoying kid who had a gap in between his teeth. We would always used to argue who was the Red Power Ranger from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.
"I'm the red one, because I have watched all the episodes." he said mocking me.
I however fired back. "I have all the stickers!"
It was my birthday and there was nothing he would say to make it otherwise. We continued our argument till snack time, by then my parents had arrived just as they had said. When my mom started decorating everyone was excited, my birthday party's theme was none other than Power Rangers. Soon I had forgotten my fight with the other kid and was smiling as they brought my cake. My mom placed the cake in the center of the table with the Power Rangers mantle, She put small Power Ranger candy bags across the rest of the mantle. All the kids were excited, most of them didn't celebrate their birthdays at school. This was my day and only mine. My dad then took out the birthday candles, they were to my opinion the best candles I had ever seen. They were small wax figurines of the Power Rangers, and they fit perfectly to my birthday, five years, five Rangers. Once I saw them placed on the cake I quickly had to correct the grave error I saw.
"Dad! The blue ranger isn't the leader its the red one." - I said seeing the blue ranger candle half encircled by the other ones.
My dad quickly fixed the horrible mistake. All was well, until...
The teacher started to hand out the party hats, they were cap shaped with the animal corresponding to a ranger. There were only two colors, black and red. The black one was a mastodon and the red one a T-Rex. In that moment I quickly looked for that annoying kid who I always fought with. He was going to get a red ranger party hat I was sure of it. But I wouldn't have it not on my birthday.
"Missy! I want the boys to get the black hats, and the girls the red one, and I want a red one also." - I said immediately.
She didn't argue what so ever. She did as I said, I was sure I had annoyed the kid who always annoyed me. After that everyone sang happy birthday. I was so happy I had the best birthday party. I ate cake, got lots of presents and played in the school yard. The following day however it was back to the same routine, crying and wishing that my parents would pick me up at one.