Sunday, June 20, 2010

here, here and here.

Happy Father's Day.
how's the weather there, Daddy?

Hmm. So, I'm tired as hell, but I had a good day. My mom's boyfriend and his parents came over. They reminisced about memories of me when I was four years old and had a Brooklyn accent. It was kind of weird. I think that's what it feels like, though. Family. I'm not complaining about my family though. We wake up early, we go to school/work, I come home sometimes, and sometimes so does my brother. And my mother too. Sometimes we sit at the table and eat dinner together. And sometimes we don't. My mother isn't home a lot, but neither I am. And neither is my brother. You might think we're distant, but I think we're okay. We communicate and get along, and I love them, and they love me. See? It's okay. I like how my family works. It's just not traditional, you know?

But it was a whole new thing, having people over that were comparable to grandparents. My grandmother died before my nearly flawless memory kicked in, and same with my grandfather. I never knew the other set. I like grandparents.

They told me a story about their grandson. He's seven, and he lives in a crappy part of town. Last year for his sixth birthday, he had a big party ready. Cake, presents, balloons, the whole shabang. But not even one of the kids he invited showed up. I swear I almost cried when I heard that. I can't imagine how painful that would be for a six year old. Hell, that'd be painful for any age. But for a six year old? He's so young and everything is so crucial in forming his life. He's unique, but entirely wonderful, I think. This year for his birthday party, he went around and knocked on everyone's door telling them not to bring a present and to just please show up. He was so terrified to do this, and they did all show up, and they stayed till 12:30 at night. That's really great for a seven year old. He loved it. But, those kids don't seem to be real friends. Just kids looking for fun. Sad, huh?

Actually, I'm kind of sad right now. Wait no, I'm not. I am, but I'm chosing to ignore it, because that makes things better.

Outoutout. ):

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