Song: Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol
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On Friday, I wake up, feeling a new sense of positivity. I'm finally 18. Oh goodness, I'm getting old. I can finally vote, and I'm a legal adult right now. I jump myself out of bed, and go downstairs to the smell of croissants delighting my nostrils. When I get downstairs, my mom is taking a tray of croissants out of the oven.
"Happy birthday, Sophia!" my mom chants. I smile.
"Thanks, Mom!" I cheer, and my mom pulls me into a warm hug.
"How are you feeling?" she asks, curious. I sigh.
"Old, now that you mention it," I say, and she laughs.
"That's expected. I felt the same way when I turned 18. It's not a fun feeling," she says, and I smile, while my nose registers something delicious in the air. My eyes catch sight of the flaky pastries sitting on top of the oven.
"I see croissants on the tray. And croissants are something that I can't resist. May I?" I ask, my mouth watering. My mom grabs a plate and she puts a hot croissant on it. She also hands me a cup of hot coffee.
"Your grand-pere gave me a cup of coffee on my 18th birthday. He said that now that I was an adult, I could start having it more often. Best day ever," she says. I smile.
"Speaking of which, did nonna and grand-pere call, by any chance?" I ask. She shakes her head.
"Nope. They should anytime soo-," my mom says, but is cut off by the abrupt ringing of the telephone.
"Speak of the devil," my mom says, and she runs over to pick up the phone. I sit down and I start to munch on my croissant, I hear my mom talking to my nonna.
"Hi, Mom! Yes, she's here eating breakfast," my mom says. She then hurries into the dining room and gives me the telephone. I take it, and I happily talk.
"Hello?" I say.
"Sophia! Happy birthday, bella!" she coos. I smile.
"Grazie, nonna!" I tell her. My grandmother smiles.
"What would you like for your birthday? Which dish? I'll make you anything that you'd like. And your grandfather wants to know what would you like," she says. I smile. Every year, each grandparent makes a dish from their respective cuisines. So I gain a good 3 pounds every year on my birthday, solely from the food that my grandparents make.
"Some cassata and creme brulee is more than okay, nonna," I tell her. I'm salivating thinking about it. It's going to be amazing.
"Ok. I'll make that for you. Hold on, your grandfather wants to talk to you," she says. I hear the line click, and my nonna say, "Sophia."
"Bonjour, Sophia!" he says. I smile.
"Bonjour, grand-pere!" I greet back. (Hi, grandpa!)
"Bon anniversaire, ma cherie!" he coos. I chuckle. (Happy birthday, sweetie!)
"Merci beaucoup, grand-pere!" I thank. (thank you so much, Grandpa)
"Comment allez-vous, Sophia?" he asks. I shrug. (How are you, Sophia?)
"Je vais bien, merci. Je ressens vielle, toutefois," I tell him. (I'm good, thanks. I feel old, however.) He starts to chuckle his signature laugh.
"Bon, bon. Ecoutez, tu veux un crème brûlée?" he asks. I nod. (Good good. Listen, you want a crème brûlèe?)
"Oui. Si tu peux faire le crème brûlée," I tell him. (Yes. If you can make the crème brûlée)
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