Not only did my family forget my birthday, but it was also a particularly bad day. Originally, my friends were not around, only important family members, who cared about their families at ordinary times. My parents and younger brother's birthdays were never forgotten. After a day's work, I came home cold and cheerless. I thought it was my family's surprise, but no one would remember who you were, whether you were tired or not, whether you ate or not, and nobody cared about your birthday. Now it seems silly at that time. It is more important to love yourself than anything else. It is the safest and happiest to rely on everyone to run and rely on yourself.