The significance of 11th September.

It's the 11th of September.

The most famous this date is for, is of course the tragedy of the World Trade Center. History was written, lives were lost, heroes were recognised. It happened in more than a decade ago in 2001, and today makes it its 12th anniversary. Of course, me being a Singaporean, this event is not entirely significant to me, although it is to America.

Today also makes it 8 months since the prince and I got together. I know celebrating a relationship by months is silly, but I've never lasted this long with someone. The longest which the prince had lasted was 7 months... He and I nearly stopped our relationship in that duration too. Today means a lot because we've been through so much in the last month.

Most of all, today is my mother's 49th birthday. I don't always remember her age like this; all I remember is, she's a year older than Singapore.

I still remember her previous birthday, like it was just yesterday. I had asked her out for dinner, and she agreed but the plan was cancelled when the both of us fell asleep. It was evening by the time I woke up; she told me she fell asleep and that there was no need to go out. She went back to her slumber right after.

I on the other hand, felt bad so I sneaked out afterwards and headed to Tampines to get her a cake. This confectionery in particular was her favourite; she was always commending on the strawberry cakes. That was what I got. It was expensive, but it was alright because she liked it.

I remember texting my brothers, telling them to pay a portion of it. Even five dollars was fine; of course, my little brother was alright with it but the scumbag of the elder brother never paid for it. The reason why I wanted to split the bill and claim money from them was just so I could tell our mom that the cake was from us.

That was alright, but I got home to see my mom being in a bad mood. I decided to wait til dad came home for us to reveal the cake, and maybe her mood would have softened a bit as well by then. I was wrong.

By the time she decided to talk to all of us, it was close to midnight. When she saw the cake, her face never changed; she remained scowling and the first thing she said was, "I was waiting for someone to bring me out to dinner. This is such a disappointment."

Knowing my brothers, I'm honestly not sure if anyone would get her a cake this year. I definitely wouldn't be able to. And no. I do not want to either.