My Birthday Short Story

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My Birthday!!! Here is where my story begins. Back in Uzbekistan, I used live in Samarkand, one of the oldest cities in central Asia. In there I used to live with my parents in a huge house, which now I miss the most about my country.There was a courtyard where me and my brother used to play together. He used to follow me everywhere. It was my 6 birthday and the day before my birthday I was so excited. I was hoping for surprises, something that I never would expect. I even asked my family members about my birthday presents. I really wanted something, so that it can change my life. I really wanted to grow up fast. As a five years old I use to be a trouble maker. In my country we had our court-yard. It was not that huge but it had its own beauty. In the middle of a court-yard there were roses that my mother used to plant. She never allowed me and my brothers to touch them, because roses were very sensitive. My brother was only 2 years younger than me and he used to follow me all the time. Then my mother told me to water the plans. Also there was a big tree. I always wanted to get to top of that tree. I use to …show more content…

Her answer was huge for an almost 6-year-old girl. I was wondering what she meant by “older and older”. Usually people will get old that means the day of their death is getting closer and closer which made me scared because we never know when are we going to die. I never thought that people can die. It could be after 4 year, 2 months, one day…. We just don 't know. As a kid I never thought of death, that people will die one day. Also I was beginning to know myself. I was beginning to understand the life through my questions because as a kid I used to ask lot of retarded questions about anything like why dogs bark instead of yelling or what is that? Why can birds fly and we can’t ..? And the answers will I get from it would change the way of my thinking. Just like my sister-in-law 's

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