Thursday, November 16, 2017
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Saturday, November 11, 2017
Up until 12 years ago, I always celebrated my birthday on November 11. As a child I always was disappointed because my mother would always celebrate my birthday 3 days later. I always thought that she forgot my birthday. I didn't say anything to her about it when I was a kid.
My mother has a razor-sharp memory; when I discovered 12 years ago from my nephew that I was adopted. I confronted my mother about it, and when she said it was true, I asked 'when is my birthday?'
She said , "I think it's November 14."
My birth certificate says November 11. I discovered my handwritten birth certificate isn't my original birth certificate. My birth certificate is sealed, along with my birth and adoption records for reasons the state of New York refuses to let me know. You know the story. I've mentioned this a few times.
My guess is that my information was written on this revised one, and whoever wrote it mistaken the '4' for a '1'; instead of 14 they wrote 11.
So, until I find out for sure the date I was born, I will celebrate it on the 11th and the 14th of November.
I don't mind. I get to celebrate my birthday 2 times a year.