It was my birthday.
I was turning 17 today.
I always hated birthdays, it's not a big deal.
I mean why are we celebrating the fact that we grow older? It's so weird.
I didn't want to have a party, so I stayed home the whole day.
Anisa, Angi and some other friends visited me and gave me some presents, which I was really thankful for.
Some of those presents were candles, clothes, accessories, make-up etc.
One of my friends, Laura, got me a photo album with really sweet pictures of us. It was so cute.
My parents gave me some money and I had a chocolate cake. My fav!
I was ready to go to sleep, because I was pretty exhausted from the whole day when I suddenly heard my doorbell ring.
I opened the door to see an envelope and a book laying in front of my door.
I took it to my room and opened the envelope.
There was a note.
happy birthday, love
-Nate
I smiled and opened the book.
It was the book Emma by Jane Austen, but it was annotated.
By him??
I smiled even more.
I read the note on the first page:
This book reminded me of you and I think you should read it too.
I started to read a little bit of the book and his annotations were so interesting.
I decided to text him.
thank u for the book <3
Then I went to sleep.
Maybe birthdays aren't that bad.