The day was raining and windy, but she endured.
It is kind of odd.
Today started out like any other day. But a reminder to call my mom was the first thing I saw when I came to the computer.
I called her up, but she wasn't there. I called after lunch, and she was there-- but we couldn't talk for long because I had class soon. I was hoping I could talk to her while at the dining hall... but it's okay.
She chatted with me for a little bit. I can't help but feel like a bad daughter sometimes, because of what I said before. I hardly come home, or call home. And I say these things, yet I don't do them. If I had a car, I may come home more often. I dislike riding buses, I dislike asking people for rides... but it's okay. They still are doing what they wanted, even if I did come home, they would still be the same...
When I was younger, I thought everyone's parents were like this. Of course, I learned later that it wasn't the truth.
I went to class as usual. My paintings are doing all right, but I'm tired of working on them. I think I'm just going to start a new one.
On the way there, I carried a canvas, but it was raining, so I used it to shield my head. I'm not sure if it would ruin that way. Probably not. It was not raining that hard.
Around dinner time, it was rainy and windy. I mean windy. I felt so scared; it was dark, and things were just literally flying all over the place. My hair in my face. The sign that used to be standing had fallen over. I don't think I've ever remembered something like this for a long time-- not since seeing a small typhoon in Taiwan. It's just... the day was just so dark, the sky was cloudy... and the wind pushed so hard I could feel myself being pushed and it was difficult to walk straight. I guess I'm just that light.
I came back home, and my phone rang. I picked it up, and it was my mom and my family. They set me to speaker phone.
They asked if I was ready.
I said I was.
And we sang together like that. Me, over the phone, and them at home. We sang happy birthday to my mom. She turned 49.
I said happy birthday one more time. And then, they said they were going to have cake. I thought about how they were having cake. Mmm. Cake. Then we said goodbye, and I could hear each goodbye over the phone. And I said it, too.
And I hung up.
And that made me smile.
There was some conflict in today, but... even though that short moment with my mom's birthday lasted only a few minutes, it gave me a boost. I felt positive. I was able to stay calm. And it made me happy.
P.S. I ♥ neonclover.
P.S.S. Shuggle Aris, and do it.
P.S.S.S. WTF DADF. Your birthday is the same as my REAL dad. YOU ARE MY REAL FATHER!!
EDIT: It's funny that you guys say I always put fictional women first before you guys. Oh ho ho ho ho ho!! And randomly, my PJ's are SOOOOOO green.
Today started out like any other day. But a reminder to call my mom was the first thing I saw when I came to the computer.
I called her up, but she wasn't there. I called after lunch, and she was there-- but we couldn't talk for long because I had class soon. I was hoping I could talk to her while at the dining hall... but it's okay.
She chatted with me for a little bit. I can't help but feel like a bad daughter sometimes, because of what I said before. I hardly come home, or call home. And I say these things, yet I don't do them. If I had a car, I may come home more often. I dislike riding buses, I dislike asking people for rides... but it's okay. They still are doing what they wanted, even if I did come home, they would still be the same...
When I was younger, I thought everyone's parents were like this. Of course, I learned later that it wasn't the truth.
I went to class as usual. My paintings are doing all right, but I'm tired of working on them. I think I'm just going to start a new one.
On the way there, I carried a canvas, but it was raining, so I used it to shield my head. I'm not sure if it would ruin that way. Probably not. It was not raining that hard.
Around dinner time, it was rainy and windy. I mean windy. I felt so scared; it was dark, and things were just literally flying all over the place. My hair in my face. The sign that used to be standing had fallen over. I don't think I've ever remembered something like this for a long time-- not since seeing a small typhoon in Taiwan. It's just... the day was just so dark, the sky was cloudy... and the wind pushed so hard I could feel myself being pushed and it was difficult to walk straight. I guess I'm just that light.
I came back home, and my phone rang. I picked it up, and it was my mom and my family. They set me to speaker phone.
They asked if I was ready.
I said I was.
And we sang together like that. Me, over the phone, and them at home. We sang happy birthday to my mom. She turned 49.
I said happy birthday one more time. And then, they said they were going to have cake. I thought about how they were having cake. Mmm. Cake. Then we said goodbye, and I could hear each goodbye over the phone. And I said it, too.
And I hung up.
And that made me smile.
There was some conflict in today, but... even though that short moment with my mom's birthday lasted only a few minutes, it gave me a boost. I felt positive. I was able to stay calm. And it made me happy.
P.S. I ♥ neonclover.
P.S.S. Shuggle Aris, and do it.
P.S.S.S. WTF DADF. Your birthday is the same as my REAL dad. YOU ARE MY REAL FATHER!!
EDIT: It's funny that you guys say I always put fictional women first before you guys. Oh ho ho ho ho ho!! And randomly, my PJ's are SOOOOOO green.