This was in the 90s. I remember it like yesterday. It was my 12th birthday. We didn't have much money for luxuries. I received two presents from my parents. A world atlas in book form i needed for school and a pyjama. I remember crying and feeling deflated that my own parents could not think of a little something to make it nice, a surprise, just something done with love.
It was a school day and I was dreading the question 'so, what did you get for your birthday?'. I had an awful day. That birthday stuck with me forever, although birthdays were always a small affair in our family.
AIBU now and then for feeling like this?