My B-Day

Okay, well... let me just say that this b-day was horrible. Well, not horrible but kinda of sad. I go every year to a new restaurant for my b-day. This year I picked Bahama Breeze because I heard that it was a good restaurant. Zach, my brother at a christian rehab facility, got permission to go. I knew my grandparents and stuff would be excited to see him but when they were leaving the restaurant they didn't tell me goodbye or happy birthday but kissed him goodbye and left. So that sucked. Then my family (mom, dad, aunt, zach, and me) went to the local mall because Zach had about 2 hours to kill before he had to be back on the site. My mom was all about trying to buy stuff for Zach and all interested into him and it kind of ticked me off because we were supposed to be celebrating my birthday. I know it's not Zach's fault but it wasn't a happy day for me. This all happened a week before my actual birthday because my parents weren't going to be home on my birthday. They are truck drivers. Then my actual birthday came along...my parents were on the road, my grandparents went out of town, and none of my friends could get together. They all had real reasons...it wasn't like they were trying to be difficult. However, I was left at home by myself. I talked to my mother on my birthday at around 4... she forgot to tell me happy birthday. Then my grandparents didn't call. When my grandparents came back that weekend...my grandmother bought me a cake. Wonderful..finally I can feel like I am at least celebrating my birthday because now I have a cake...I went to go look at it and on the top of the cake was my name....spelt wrong.