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My Birthday

This year, I am having a different birthday. I keep on telling myself not to be sad from being away from my friends and family. The truth is… I am. I wish I had the usual family problems of lunch and dinner with who to manage, the stress of booking a dinner for 20 people, the novelty of spending a first birthday with Bernardo. But then again, I am not sad to be here, I am just sad not to be in two places. I just had dinner with 7 friends and even had a candle at midnight. Tomorrow, I have a chocolate cake in the office, I am driving up to Xai-Xai and on Saturday I have a big birthday party with the children. And I am sure once I am there (if not before) they will remind me of the important things in life. Truth is, I may never spend another birthday here so I decided to cherish this one as much as possible.

As part of my “mission” here, I also took a decision for my birthday. This year, I am asking my friends for a little gesture, rather than a birthday present. In fact, it will be the best birthday present ever, cause it will be one that will help my dreams come true. I want to be able to complete the projects we have for this year, because next year, I want to dream again, make new projects and new plans, have new headaches and find new ways to implement them. For my birthday, I am asking my friends to help me dream with just a little gesture
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