Dear August, what have I even done to you?
Dear August, what have I even done to you? Do you even remember how, as kids, we used to get hyped for our birthdays? I was one of them too — counting days from a month before, picking a birthday dress, daydreaming about how special it would be, making scenarios in my head like every other “normal” kid. I’d expect the day to feel magical. My birthday falls on 12th August — a month full of festivals and joy. I used to feel proud of that, proud of my month, the one marked with a different color in the calendar, buzzing with celebration everywhere. But as I grew up, my birthday started turning into a day of disappointment. Year after year, it just got worse. My family? Not a big fan of birthdays. For them it’s “overhyped.” No gifts, no celebrations. Sure, Mom would cook something delicious (bless her), but I always wanted it to be celebrated like other kids’ birthdays. I forced myself to make peace with it. Then I grew up even more and saw how people treat their friends on birthdays ...