Sweet 16 that's what most people call it.
I could almost believe that fantasy,but I'd rather call it a lie.At least for me it was not so sweet.For my sweet 16 I got my first cell phone,I will admit I was pretty much on cloud nine.I was aloud to skip school that day {since I'm homeschooled}.

My dad at this time was on a business trip and would not make it back till later on in the week.So it was just my mom and I.
Now it just so happens to also be a dance day.And any one that knows me is aware that I love to dance,and could probably talk your ear off about it.Secretly it''s been one of my dreams to become a dancer and be apart of a comapny.However,my mom wants me to stick to one of my other dreams,of becoming a nurse.

Any way since it's just me and my mom we decide to go out to see a movie.
On this outing we both are getting along I can see how my mom is reminiscing about when she was pregnent with me.But truthfully that wasn't bad.

This sweet sixteen was a milestone for me.Because it was the first birthday that went by with my brother calling me to wish me happy birthday.Another thing was that he promised me when I was 16 he would teach me how to drive.Something that even till this day I have not learned how to do.

I am enjoying my birthday but this is still in the back of my mind.
My realitives are calling me on my new cell to wish me happy birthday.
Once the movie is over ,we head to the studio but don't stay long.

I had decided to spend the rest of my day with my mom.
We grabbed dinner at one of our favorite Mexican restraunts.

But here is where it all started to go down hill into that endless blackhole.

After dinner my mom's attitude was colder,and I had no idea why.
I try to make conversation,and I can see she is annoyed.However before I could give up on the conversation she tells me to shut up.

Needless to say I did.I stared out the window and kept my body litterally away from her the entire ride home.

The day before my birthday my mom made me a german chocolate cake{the best you'll ever eat}
It was a favorite of mine that I had requested when my mom was asking me what type of birthday cake I wanted.

When you think of having a birthday cake,you think blow out the candles and make a wish correct.
It is the same in this house hold.

Except,that didn't happen.

Immediately after we get home mom goes off about me getting more serious with school and that I should not do soo much dance.And she made a big deal of if you love dance soo much why didn't you stay to tonight.This went on the rest of the night on my birthday.
I'll admit I cried but even then that didn't stop her.
Once it was finally 10 I went into my room,the cake was left untouched and I didn't make a wish,but the pain of not having my brother and what mom said all set in like a thousand knives.I cried myself to sleep.

The next birthday is in a few days,and already I am seeing signs in mom's behavior.
I wish I could vanish for a day and ignore my birthday.
This might seem like a rant to you readers and I realize how much I have but why is everytime I think about it I cry?