My Birthday

At least my birthday isn’t on the most depressing day of the year, but it’s not like this birthday is very special.

My parents are Asian parents who are cheap. Really cheap.

In the past few years, they’ve developed a “It’s your birthday, let’s go somewhere special!”-thing. But they don’t really go anywhere interesting. In fact, they decide, always, to pick somewhere we go every week. It’s like saying that on a special occasion, a student should go to their normal classes to celebrate.

Their argument is that they spent money. So? You didn’t spend any more than if it was a regular day.

My parents have spent more money going to a restaurant on a whim than on special occasions.

Right now, we’re arguing on where we should go for dinner, with my parents rejecting every idea that’s not “Let’s just get take-out from the regular place.”