Is it true that when that big day comes. You suddenly become aware that it’s time to be one year older. The candles are increasing. And you reflect life differently. You no longer think like what you used to. And memories just stared floating past without you realizing what you have actually done. You regret on some. Smile on a couple. And shed a bit of tears. But at the end of the day, you realize. That. This is how life is meant to be. Ups and downs. I’m sure I will be a happy girl. I will be. Five more days. Can I start wishing now?