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Monday, February 11thFinally, my 15th birthday has come. I came back from school and found a HUGE nicely wrapped birthday present on my bed. I quickly unwrapped it, opened the various boxes it contained and saw it. Yes, my parents bought me the newest IPod. A green new IPod may I add, just what I asked for. I ran to the TV room to thank them but found the house completely empty. I then assumed that my father was still at work but it was unusual for my mom to be this late. She called, whished me a happy birthday and told me that she was at the grocery’s buying me a cake. I then opened my computer to check my facebook notifications. No one gets more wall posts then on his birthday. I read the 124 quite similar posts, thanked most of the senders and decided to watch TV. Three hours had passed and my mom still wasn’t home. I appreciated the fact that she was buying me a cake and all, but I mean c’mon, 15 candles aren’t that hard to find. I called her again. This time, she told me that she passed by my aunt’s house. An hour later, I realized that my father was late as well. They usually never leave me alone in the house, especially on my birthday. Then, my mother came back. After giving me a huge hug and a lot of kisses, she went in her room and closed the door behind her. There was no cake. And when I asked about it, she added that she forgot it at my aunt’s. My father came back and had practically the same reaction. They were acting weird, so I just came back to my room and started to read my new IPod’s