I walk into the kitchen and lone and behold, bacon, actually good-looking eggs, and big helping glass of chocolate milk greet me. I readjust my glasses as if I'm not seeing things clearly.
Okay, the thing is, my mom does wish me happy birthday every year, but its usually minus all the extra stuff. I don't know what to say, so I go and sit down, in front of the delicious pile of food.
"Yesterday was my birthday." I finally am able to say as I grab my fork. My mom comes behind me and yanks it out of my hand.
"I know that, and i'm sorry. I was way too tired from my night-shift to even stay awake 2 seconds after I got home, so at least appreciate this." She then hands my fork back and I roll my eyes. I take a piece of bacon and eat it, my mouth watering at the taste. Oh god, it
