Birthday.

Traffic jam of this city is going to kill me from heart attack soon! I hate! I don't know how all this people buy a car. There must be some limit on it! Or after some years we can't even walk in the streets because there will be no passenger way. Government will change them for new highways and roads i guess. Finally i reach home from the chaos. The car parking is pretty easy than driving. We have our place for it and luckily not like yesterday none of somebodies visitors put their fucking car on my place!

I got in home. There is nobody. It's weird. Like always happen Sabina should be come back from the job before me. And little Sabina has to be in home, the school has already finished. I shouted their name while i was taking off my shoes and make a basket to the bowl with my keys. I was never miss it but this time i miss and before i put my handbag on the ground, i realize one card in the bowl which i can't successfull on it to put my key. It was weird. If I make my shoot successfully, probably i will not look at it. I read the card. It was written "гостиная"

I went to living room. Our house was not empty as i see. My two precious were there. My daughter was shouting international Happy Birthday song with her mother. And there was a little pie which contains my also little photo and under was written "41"

I was shocked. I forgot my own birthday and i began to think that my family left me for a second. But they were there, prepared and I was 41.

I kiss both. My dear Sabina. She always complain i always forget the things but luckily i have her; never forget about me.

Then we went to restaurant to celebrate more after eating the pie.
And we are going to order for our daughter: "milk".
Because she has to sleep deep tonight.
Because I will give 41 years old kiss to my Sabina...