Started with a simple celebration with you on my 18th, also the first birthday with you. And you made me search for my own birthday present in your room like a treasure hunting game.
But that wasn't the end.
On my 19th, I got even more pampered by you. Not only just any surprise, you arrived at my doorstep with a birthday cake and even celebrated my birthday with my mum and my younger brother.
But that wasn't the end.
Then there comes my 20th birthday, or what you call the "20 syndrome", you brought me to Timbre at the Arts House after a mini celebration with just you, in your room with a small slice of cake you bought for me. I remember clearly, I told you "I really enjoyed the night, and I want it to happen again."
But that wasn't the end.
Hitting on the 21st, I chose a quiet way to celebrate my birthday. Just you and me, walking through thousands of blooms in Gardens By The Bay. Bought my own birthday cake, headed back home to my family, and of course, they saw you as family as well. Looking at the photo of you, me, my brother and my parents together, what's more can I ask for can I ask for on my birthday? Until, I received that handmade birthday story card created by you, of us, and my birthday became, "This is the best so far!".
But that wasn't the end.
Now that I'm 22 and all alone, all that I can say is that "This is the end."
