The Birthday

The children’s playground. Two girls rush on clothes and lead a relentless, secular conversation.
“There has been no celebration for a long time,” said one thoughtfully. It is pity!
“I’m not sorry,” said the second.
Do you not like holidays?! to
I love it! very very! I have plenty of them, every day is a celebration!
It cannot be!
and maybe. We celebrate Birthday.
Birthday, you wanted to say.
We also celebrate birthdays, but rarely, only once a year. Birthday is every day. My father invented this celebration.
How do you celebrate it?
very simple! Dad wakes me and mom in the morning, we all run to the kitchen, take glasses of water and dad says a toast: “This is a great day today! We were very lucky with him! And we drink water, eat honey, and sing a song.
What if the day is bad?
So it was before. And once we started to celebrate this holiday, almost all days are either good or very good. Rarely happens something not very good.
Why do other people not have such a celebration?
Father said that everyone has this holiday, but not everyone notices it. Many have forgotten about this celebration. If you want, come to us on Saturday. You will spend the night and celebrate with us in the morning.

Gregory Berkovich