Because my classmates subtly made the foods my mom made a laughing stock. They were behind my teacher. I invited friends/classmates. I thought my mom made enough for everyone. I am the proudest child. I know they will like my mom's foods. The foods were on a budget but I shrugged it off. To me, it was my birthday, my mom prepared me and my classmates good foods, and we'll have a great time.

I was scooping them foods plate by plate. As they sit down I heard them chuckle, not the pleasing chuckle but mocking chuckles. I had enough. I pretended that I will just go out and ask my father to buy something, but I walked the farthest street crying until midnight. I went back when they all went home.

I hate the 9th of August.