Bitter Sweet Sixteen Poem by Jasmine Robert

It tasted like Victory because my special day had finally arrived.
I had waited an entire year for this day.
December 8th 2006, what a perfect day!
The best was being here at school, I loved being the center of attention and I didn’t want the day to end.
It sounded like beautiful music as people wished me “Happy Sweet 16” all day long.
I felt like a princess, I was beautiful, I was special.
This was after all my special day.
I could not wait to get home, I was excited and anxious to see what surprises awaited me there.
My surprise was...
A shared party with my little brother who was turning 4 two days later.
Instead of being the center of attention on my special day, my little brother was.
It wasn’t even his birthday yet.
I was disappointed, hurt, and jealous, definitely angry and completely unwilling to have a shared birthday with a 4 year old.
4 is not milestone but “Sweet 16”is.
So, I was considered selfish and self-centered because I did not want to share my special birthday.
And I did not get the gift I was counting on.
What a perfect day.
I think others can relate to my “Sweet 16” because everyone has a birthday.
It is either a memorable happy memory or not.