Narrative Essay Example about My Birthday Party

This year was so cold with freeze blowing compared to another years. Depressing drizzle days arrived neither my birthday.

All my cousins, aunts and family friends were invited for the occasion celebration. Not that I would wann to talk to them or look into their fake, cow looking faces, but it’s my parents inviting them every single year. My mom prepared for me a special sparkling pink dress that I had to wear. She knows I hate pink, but she got them for me anyway or maybe she didn’t even bother. Pretty disturbing cut of the dress combinated with the ugliest shade of pink made me look like rotting strawberry.

This glamorous day was supposed to be a day full of excitement, joy and expectations. The living room was tastefully decorated with very aromatic flowers, balloons and colourful paper buntings. As I was walking down the stairs a presently good smell burced into me. Smell of properly baked chicken with a sense of sezam and baked batatat potatoes. The whole stairwall was covered with sparkling glitters and shining little lights like in Hollywood. The music was already on so that meant someone had already arrived. I was walking as slowely as possible, if I could I wound crawl like snail, but with thith dress like this it was nearly impossible. I was suspicious who came so early and into my surprise, it was me cousin S. with his family I haven’t seen in months. 

A euphoria of happiness came and I started screaming and brushed into S. arms. He hugged me so tight I could nearly breath. He changed. He was taller and much more musculant then last summer. Me finally being physically close to him, feeling his warmth and hearing the beat of his heart made me feel like I’m not alone anymore in this house. I missed him so much and I had so many things to tell him that I nearly forget to welcome other members of his family. 

Soon the celebrations began when all the guests arrived. They were all waiting for me because I was talking to S. and didn’t know they wanted to start the party. They welcomed me by clapping hands and handshakes as if I was some kind of a celebrity. All the sweaty hands were all over me and I just wanted to bury myself. The birthday cake had been placed on a large table with fifteen candles fixed on it. It was a large and beautiful chocolate cake. I would rather have a vanilla one, but grandmom is allergic to vanilla. Dad lighted the candles with grandpas old lighter like little lives. The little lights were moving and waiving and small drops of wax started dropping on top of the cake. They were slowly sliding down towards sides of birthday candles while everyone was singing Happy Birthday to me. They were all out of harmony and just by the look on their faces I could tell that no one was enjoying that moment. I could feel all their eyes staring at me as I was trying not to laugh. When this moment (internity) of cowardness finished, I blew the candles in one blow, felt just like “victory”.

I had to sit on the head of the table because that’s a tradition in our families when someone has a birthday. The guests were served with appetizer, soup, main course, alcohol, soft drinks and tea. S. always sneaks some good rum for us and then we dink it in our backyard as everyone is already dunk at that time. We used to play we’re drunk pirates and we would kidnap our cousins and torture them. While all the slimy people at the table were having so much fun, merry-making and laughing at jokes that weren’t even funny. 

When the party was over, I unpacked the gifts. I was surprised to, actually find so many lovely gifts. My father got me a new guitar. My mother bought me the pink dress and gave me a voucher to her favourite hair salon. But the loveliest gift was from S. who gave me a bouquet of red roses with our photo in the middle.

I thanked my parents for “the best birthday party ever”, said goodbye to my best cousin S. and went to bed.