When I was young, my mother always cooked a bowl of dried noodles to celebrate my birthday, and there were two poached eggs hidden in the bowl.
Although there was no cake, and my parents, who were farmers, would not sing birthday songs to me, but that bowl of dried noodles and poached eggs are the most delicious food, bringing me a wonderful memory that I never forget.
When in the middle school, it was popular to invite classmates to one's home to celebrate his birthday together. I remember attending several classmates' birthday party.
One day, my mother asked me if I would invite classmates to dinner at home on my birthday. I answered my mother that I would not invite classmates. One reason, I think that my parents are very busy every day; the second, I prefer to celebrate my birthday quietly and eat noodles with eggs made by my mother.
Nowadays, for my two children, they look forward to their birthdays before their birthdays, and just after their birthdays, they look forward to their birthdays next year. For them, birthday means having cake to eat. Their love for cakes is some as my love for egg-noodles.
