I can still remember this clearly at that night when I turned eight, light were all turned off, it was about 3 minutes pass twelve, more or less, at that time I was still sleeping with my mum. She was singing to me a happy birthday song, and while she was doing so, a firefly flew in from the bathroom. I stared at it since it appeared, from the top of the door, and all the way to the middle of the bed where me and my mum was facing each other.
Just one firefly came blinking so brightly through the darkness of the room. I was indeed happy and felt so blessed at that very moment, it was something that you will only experience it once in a lifetime. When my mum finished singing the song, and as the firefly landed on our bed in the middle, my mum quickly asked to make a wish, and she also said "look, even a firefly came to wish you happy birthday".
I was so full of joy, that I don't think I actually made that wish. But there is something special about that night. I don't know what or know why, but I just can feel it passionately. Life is a full of empty pages waiting for you to draw or writing it and make it as wonderful as possible.
After a little while, the firefly just flew off and I never see it again. Believe it or not, that year that time, was also my first and last time seeing a real firefly. It was wonderful and I really believe that there is a message from it.