Birthdays

In second grade, I had to report on my family tree.
So I asked my dad when his birthday was and he
replied, “everyday I get to eat is my birthday.”
Back then I was frustrated but now,
on every birthday,
I find myself thinking,
“I woke up today. I can walk. I have food and water.
I have people that care for me.
Ahh yes, it must be my birthday.”