ответ: Ah, birthdays. From your dentist to your boss to your Facebook friends, everyone wishes you a happy one. Plenty of people go all out for their birthdays, staging elaborate parties even as adults, milking each birthday for all it’s worth.
For some people, though, birthdays are a source of ambivalence, anxiety, or depression. But they’re unavoidable, coming once a year whether we like it or not.
Generally, I’m not that enthusiastic about celebrating my own birthday. It’s not that I hate it, exactly, but I just don’t see the need to make a big fuss about it every year. My birthday happens to coincide with the start of the busy holiday season, too, so my stress is already sky-high.
During the November to December stretch, I’m trying to figure out vacation schedules, work demands, and family travel — not to mention Thanksgiving menus and shopping and cooking and cleaning and planning and budgeting and Christmas presents and, well, who has time for a birthday?
Since I tend to be the planner of my family and my group of friends, it typically falls to me to make my own birthday plans: picking a restaurant, making a reservation, getting a babysitter. This just adds to my to-do list and stress level.
Most of all, though, the reason I no longer look forward to my birthdays as much as I once did is that I’m missing a key person to celebrate with me. My dad passed away in 2003. My birthdays just haven’t been the same since.
My mom, of course, always wishes me a happy birthday. But it’s tough when one of the people who helped usher you into the world is no longer there with you to help celebrate the day you were born.
I think to myself, wow, it’s been 14 years since Dad died. In another 13 years, I’ll be the same age he was when he died. It’s too bad he never got to meet his only grandson … and so on.
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Объяснение:
was just 2 years old when my parents shifted to Chernivtsi. The first written mention of the city was on 8th June 1408.
We lived in a joint family. I lived with my parents and grandparents. My early memories of this city are all related to my grandparents, their stories, the streets of this beautiful city and the weekend trips to the nearby attractions. I remember going for morning walk with my grandfather who used to narrate his childhood experiences on the way. I remember the beauty of the merry plant that grew in our backyard. I remember my evening visits to the beautiful green park with my grandmother. We often had weekend trips to the market with my parents. We shopped and ate and had a lot of fun during that time. Chernivtsi is known for its beautiful architecture. There are a number of spectacular buildings standing tall since centuries. Many new edifices have been built later and are as magnificent. Tourists from around the world visit my city to see this beauty