Today is my mothers birthday. Whilst i would love to reveal her age, I'm
not 100% sure what it is, and even if I was, she would probably have me
shot if I did. We have always grown up with my mother lying about her
age - she is a few years older than dad and always used to use dad's age
as a cover, however, now that dad is quite old himself the system is
starting to come apart a little.
I don't mind that mum lies about
her age - that is her choice, though I do not understand the point of
doing so. You are what you are and I do not think any less of her if she
is older. Nonetheless we learn to live with it. Mum hates the number
13.She thinks it is unlucky and this may have something to do with it.
It
is also my aunts birthday. My aunt lives 10 doors down the street and
has similar insecurities about her age. She and my mother are
inseparable and if you haven't guessed by now, they are identical twins.
Regardless, they both have received heartfelt birthday wishes. It is their day to enjoy.
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