The weekend prior to my twentieth birthday, I went back home to see my parents. My mother and stepdad had bought a cake and cards etc and planned on giving me a small birthday celebration (singing happy birthday) that weekend. The weekend came and went and they left me alone in the house on Sunday as I arrived upstairs with a note to the affect of "Your cake and cards are on the table."

I was so depressed by the fact that I was to travel back to college that day without a proper "hey happy birthday kid" or whatever, and that I was just left to my own devices with it all, that I turned my camera on. The cake was on the kitchen table complete with a "2" and "0" candle. Wow. I set my camera up, complete with cat, and depressingly filmed myself lighting the two candles myself, singing happy birthday to myself, with animals in tow, blew them out and ate the cake. I even opened my two cards which, although appreciated, contained a check each... from the same account. It was very much my mother and stepdad at the time. They did, and still are very much living in their own world. I cannot complain now as she has done a lot for me throughout my life and since. But watching that video after 5 years and realizing they left me to it like that nearly brought a tear to my eye.

Despite the sad nature, it is comical at times and I am light-natured about it at times in the video. If you care to see it (comedy = tradgey + time) get in touch and bug me and I will gladly show you.

Thank god for Daisy.