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MARCUS

Today, like the twenty-second day in January every year was a public holiday in England. It was compulsory for the citizens to take the day off from work and celebrate with their families.

Tradition English meals were usually prepared on such occasions and it required all of the family members to be together when preparing it.

Growing up, I'd never really gotten the concept behind the whole celebration since I'd been young and naive, but all I knew back then was that a lot of food was consumed that day. People usually ate and drank like they weren't living till the next day.

In my case, it was different. It wasn't necessarily because I had no parents, hence, no one to celebrate with. While my grandmother was alive, she never joined the people in gracing the occasion. The day was a very emotional one since it was the day she was born, and also the day she'd lost her mother. Sometimes, she'd wished she never lived to know that it was in the cause of her birth that she'd died. She