The Blissful Birthday

It was my 6th-year birthday party and a treat to my tiny eyes. While being the center of attraction to absolutely waiting for the numerous gifts I would be receiving on a grand day, the feeling was unmatched. Friends and family members were invited. This included a mind-blowing cake, colorful decorations, delicacies, and amazing food. There was everything you need for a grand celebration. The best part was the royal blue Cinderalla dress I was wearing that my mom stitched. I felt like a princess in that dress with the small veil constantly falling off my shoulder. My mom was the stylist for the day and she made sure I looked no less than a bride. My grandparents were there to bless me on this occasion and I couldn’t wait to unwrap the gift they got me. It was a box of Color pens. The conventional birthday party began and ended with a happy meal. Friends and family members gifted me a yellow bicycle. The picture of that bicycle is still fresh in my mind. Most of us will have at least one such birthday party which takes us into an ocean of blissful memories.

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