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There was this old lady who was always kind to me. She always brings gifts, food, and sometimes appliances.

She’s a sweet old lady, and I would do everything in my power to give back the favor.

It was a peaceful October night, I was busy doing my homework and I heard rhythmic knocking on my door.

I stood up and opened my door and I saw, in front of me, the old lady holding a plate of food in her hands.

I stood there smiling and beaming and greeted her with the brightest of smiles.

“Grandma, what’s with the food? Is there an occasion?”

The old lady looked at me in a laughing manner

“It’s my birthday, silly!”

When I heard that, I was so embarrassed and fumbled over the words I said. I took the food out of her hands, greeted her with a happy birthday, and then apologized.

I believe she didn’t think of much of it then, but I for sure wouldn’t forget that embarrassing moment.

I knew this lady for a few years now, yet I forgot her birthday. Her of all people too! I vowed the next year, I would never forget.

The following year in a hectic evening. I heard gentle knocks hitting the door. I closed all my applications, saved my files, and went to the door.

This time it was the old lady again. She was just as kind as ever.

I looked at the food in her hands again and asked her again.

“Grandma, what’s the occasion?”

“It’s my birthday,” the old lady looking at me, smiling.

Oh my God! I can’t believe I forgot AGAIN! I remember this so vividly because I was apologizing so much that I couldn’t even remember her birthday again.

After all the promises that I’ve kept last year, I made myself look like a massive idiot.

I forgot her birthday twice in a row. Man, I can’t forgive myself for that. I’m sorry, thank you.