This afternoon I woke up from a nap.

My wife prepared a cake and flowers.

I just remembered that today is my birthday.

As I’ve gotten older, I have an extreme aversion to birthdays.

I deliberately try to forget my age.

But I remember that when I was a child, I especially looked forward to my birthday.

I remember in the 3rd grade, watching on TV about these birthday cakes.

Crying and begging my dad to buy me a birthday cake.

It was sent back by a small car that went to town to buy it.

Because at that time my parents were busy with the autumn harvest, shelling corn, and didn’t have time to buy this thing.

That was the first time I ate a birthday cake.

I ate one cake for a week, because I was the only one eating it, I also didn’t want to eat it, and it wasn't that good.

The second time was during my internship, living at my older brother's house.

My brother said he ordered a cake for me at Weidomei, and asked me to go pick it up after work and bring it back.

It was a chocolate tiramisu cake, very beautiful.

Cakes made in Beijing are just the best.

When I brought it home, my sister-in-law saw it, and her face turned sour immediately.

She said my brother has never bought her a cake for her birthday.

Today is the third time I’ve eaten a birthday cake on my birthday.

And I received flowers from my wife.

Three people, all of whom love me.

And whom I love.

Thank you for bringing me into this world, accompanying my growth, and being with me for the rest of my life.

Feeling the warmth and coldness of human feelings in this world, the joys and sorrows.

I really want to love this world.

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