By family, do you mean parents and siblings? Anyway, your story is pretty sad. Why would you like birthdays when the family doesn't seem to remember? When is your birthday?
Yup. My parents and siblings. I dislike birthdays. I don't like the cakes, the presents, the odd apparent artifical nature of it all. I guess. How I describe it doesn't accurately mirror my sentiments, but I can't find the right words, so I'll settle with artificial, which is sorta like how I feel about it. I don't really want a day where people do that kind of stuff to me. When I was a kid it was fun, because everyone around you is happy and you showered with affection and presents, but around my teen years it started feeling off, and eventually I dreaded my birthday. The sentiment is nice, I'll gladly concede that. I prefer a simple "Happy Birthday!" than all of the above, or even just treating me like you would any other day. My birthday is on September 28th. On a funny side note, as a child, I thought my birthday was on September 27th. I'm not sure how I came to believe that. Perhaps it sounded more euphonic as you have the "s" sound on September and 7th. I recall liking to say that date because it sounded neat. It was perhaps on my 8th(?) birthday when I realized it was 28th. I'm not sure how I went that far not knowing my real birthdate, but then again, maybe that just went to show how much birthdays really didn't matter to me.