Very humble and insignificant, I just hope to be remembered.

I only had such a choice when I was in the first grade of elementary school.

My parents are very busy and have no time to take care of me. They even forgot my birthday.

I passed by my grandma’s house after school in the evening and saw her waiting for me.

Grandma said, "Today is your birthday. When I went to your house in the morning, the door was not open. These are the eggs grandma prepared for you. Go back and ask your mother to cook you something delicious."< /p>

That was the first time I knew what a birthday was. It seemed to be a very important day, otherwise my grandma wouldn’t have been waiting for me after school.

This is also the first time I have doubts about why grandma remembers but my parents don’t. Maybe it’s because I’m not important. It’s because of the arrival of my younger sister that I’ve become unimportant.

I didn’t say anything when I got home. I carefully placed the eggs in the cupboard, then did my homework, ate, and slept.

When I was sleeping in a daze, my mother suddenly took me out of the bed and said softly, "Oh, today is your birthday, and I actually forgot about it. I'm really sorry. Whatever gift you want, my mother will give it to you.”

I said I didn’t want anything, but seeing her mother’s guilty face, I didn’t want to act coquettishly and make them distressed.

So I asked for a plain sandwich and told them that it was the food I was most willing to eat, and it was a hundred times more delicious than cake!

Actually, I silently made a wish while eating. It would be nice to be remembered in the days to come. I really have no other wish.