About 3 years ago, when I was living in South Africa, I traveled to the US to go to my brother's wedding. My parents have a large, spacious house, but because there were so many people at home visiting them the house became very crowded. My little sister and I decided that we would sleep outside in a tent in my parents' garden so we could have more space and be away from all the noise of my brothers and sisters and nieces and nephews. When I woke up the next morning very early, my sister wasn't in the tent. Suddenly I heard singing outside the tent - I opened the door and stuck my sleepy head outside and there were a lot of people - mostly my family- standing there and singing "Happy Birthday" to me. Because of all the preparations for my brother's wedding, I had forgotten it was my birthday! My sister had a big tray of donuts with candles, and when they finished singing I blew out the candles and we all ate donuts for breakfast. I will always keep that morning as a wonderful memory.
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