Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Happy Birthday America!

Kelly Jones woke up bright and early. The sun was shining brightly in the sky. 'What a beautiful day!" she thought happily as she stretched her arms out. She remembered it was a special day, but she couldn't remember why. 'Maybe it's my birthday.' she thought. That couldn't be it. Her birthday was in the winter. She knew it was the summer because it was really warm and sunny and her fan was whirring away as it spun around on her ceiling. In the winter, her fan wouldn't be running; the heat would be on.

Kelly got out of bed and got dressed. She couldn't wait for the special day to start. If only she could remember what was special about it. She bit her lip and thought really hard. She knew it wasn't the first day of school. She knew it wasn't the winter holidays. Neither of those things happened in the summer. What could it be?

Maybe, it was Kyra's birthday. Kyra was her older sister. That must be what it was. She ran into her sister's room excitedly shouting. "Happy Birthday, Kyra!"

Kyra was still sleeping. She groggily pulled her head off of her pillow. Her eyes were only half open and her hair was wild and frizzy. She looked at Kelly with a mixture of anger and confusion. "It's not my birthday, pest!" she barked angrily at Kelly throwing a pillow at her. "Now get out of here so I can go back to sleep."

Kelly hurried out of her sister's room and shut the door. If it wasn't Kyra's birthday then what was it?  She went into her parents room. Daddy was getting dressed, but he wasn't wearing his work clothes. He was putting on a pair of blue shorts and a striped t-shirt. Kelly was puzzled. It wasn't the weekend because she remembered Daddy being home for the past two days. Maybe he was sick she thought worriedly. With relief, she quickly realized that couldn't be true. Daddy never got out of bed when he was sick let alone got dressed.

Maybe, it was Daddy's birthday. Yes that must be it. That was why he was home. "Happy Birthday!" she  cried with excitement throwing herself into Daddy's arms.

Daddy laughed and hugged her. "That is quite a morning greeting, sweetheart,." he said cheerfully. "but it is not my birthday for another month."

"Oh." replied Kelly disappointedly. She rushed out of the room and down the stairs to find her Mom. If it wasn't Daddy's birthday, maybe it was Mommy's. Besides, there was a delicious smell coming from the kitchen, and she couldn't wait to see what mommy was making for breakfast.

"Mommy!" she called as she entered the kitchen. "You shouldn't be cooking breakfast on your birthday. Let me or Daddy or Kyra do it."

Mommy looked up with a puzzled expression on her face. "My birthday?" she said. "It's not my birthday. My birthday is in the winter like yours."

"Oh yeah." replied Kelly disappointedly. She slumped down into the chair and put her head on the table. She gave up. She just couldn't remember what was so special about this day.

"What's the matter?" asked Mommy. "I thought you were looking forward to the 4th of July. I'm making my special red, white and blue pancakes."

Kelly sat up quickly. "The 4th of July!" she exclaimed. She loved Mommy's special pancakes. Later there would be a parade and fireworks. Kelly couldn't wait. She loved all of it. So it was a birthday after all only it wasn't hers or Kyra's or Daddy's or Mommy's or any person at all. It was America's birthday. 'Happy Birthday, America.' thought Kelly happily as a huge smiled spread across her face.

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