They insisted on making a big party due to his birthday, that everyone became older and shouldn´t have been embarrassed. He agreed with the last sentence. Furthermore, he liked his grey hair even with his only thirty years old. However, he didn´t want to organize and/or participate in any celebration related to that day. He thought about parties connected with a personal reason: his first article published, the start of his work in that alternative magazine, living by himself or just the friendship.
He believed parents should have honored on that date, they were suffering from every cold, from every heart or body damage, from every wrong decision,... and most of the times didn´t receive anything in return. Moreover, no one can decide when to born, what´s the achievement on that day?
He didn´t feel anything and was used to be called rude, to invent the most strang reason to be on his own. Finally, he was right.
He knew about his adoption and felt lucky with his parents. Working in another paper sheet discovered that he was really born one month and a half later than the official day, coinciding with the anniversary of his third photography exhibition. He started to celebrate his birthday with people but his real reason was another. It didn´t matter. It was just a friendship party.
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