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This year's birthday was special and memorable. I don't really understand the concept of celebrating one's birthday, cutting cakes, giving gifts and all. The last time I cut a cake was when I was in grade 3 or 4. I enter Grade 7 ( I am the class teacher). I can see they are all set to wish me. I have seen them planning since a week. Then they show me the cake that Kumar made on his own. It was a pancake, one stacked over its larger size. It has a letter 'A' pancake on the top. It was beautiful. They asked me to cut the cake. They sang the birthday song. I might have cried. But these days, I find it difficult to cry. Then they start showering me with gifts and roses and red pens. So many gifts. This must be the first time I am getting so many gifts and red roses (OMG!). I was the class teacher of grade 7, so they did all this for me. That was what I was thinking. I wasn't expecting anything from other classes. As I was leaving grade