Birthdays. The day we are born. We get older and wiser each year. What's so special about this day? It's just another day. But here is where everything about you reveals. Should I start? How was it for me? Since childhood I was never really interested in birthdays because I don't have friends to celebrate with me. I didn't mean to start my writing with a sad story. Just read along. It is supposed to be exciting, fun and happy. But I had this question with myself, why do we celebrate birthdays? Why is it important? What's in it? Since childhood I have had one wish that is to be healthy. And my wish never happened. Each year I'm inside the same body with the same illness. And my health just gets worse each year. So what's the point of wishing on my birthday? Until I was twenty three years old, I was fighting to accept myself. I didn't like myself or whatever I'm thinking. I wanted to be ordinary. I wanted to be normal. I wanted to think ordinary. Bu...