Samuel’s POV
Birthdays!!!
Every 1st December reminds me of mine, one of the days I always want to forget. To me, birthdays were a constant reminder of a past I’ve tried my best to forget about. They were reminders of my mom crying when my dad hits her, a constant rant from my dad that I am not his son, that I am too slow or I am a bastard. Although it’s been years since my dad left and my mom died, my past seems to rear its ugly head every birthday. Years have passed since all of these experiences but somehow, they’ve left an indelible mark on me.
“Happy birthday to you, Samuel Williams,” I raise my coffee mug to the sky.
This year, I would not be celebrating because of the baby. I heard babies requires a lot of attention financially and otherwise and of course, I want to give my bab
