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*RobertLangdon: you didnt update your journal
SkinnMilk: I know
*RobertLangdon: u suck
SkinnMilk: I started to, but then i didnt like what I was writing
SkinnMilk: Just some gibberish about wanting to get on a train
SkinnMilk: and how I spent my birthday
*RobertLangdon: I want the juicy stuff
SkinnMilk: My mom gave me some of the most amazing roses I've ever seen
SkinnMilk: They bloom enormously
SkinnMilk: In fact,,, I'm going to write about that
*RobertLangdon04: yeah I picked them for her
SkinnMilk: ha
*RobertLangdon: you should
And so I am...
For my 19th birthday, I went to my mom's house in Cutler Ridge and spend the better part of the evening there. She cut a cake, and bought decorative plates and napkins... Which coincidently were all themed with Butterflies.
We sat in the kitchen for a bit, and she told me that the butterflies were not a coincidence, but an omen stating that I would fly higher than any butterfly could ever.
She gave me a birthday card with a cow on the front, (which is great, since I love all farm animals), but the message was amazingly moving...
I've showed it to my friend Andy and as much as I want to keep it sacred, it's sincerity and love wasn't meant to be contained within paper.
And it reads;
"Para una Hija muy especial
Dios te de mucha vida,salud y intelligencia
tuvaz a ser alguien muy grande.
Dios me lo dijo.
Te amo
Mami"
I'll translate it into english as best as I could...
"For a very special Daughter
May God give you much life, well-being and intelligence
You're going to be someone very important
God told me
I love you
Mom"
As I was cutting the cake, I couldn't help but cry. I think of how far my mom and I have come in this past year I've been away from home. It's amazing how conditioning works... The smell of the cake reminds me a lot of hardships my sister as I went through through out childhood. My mother and her boyfriend (which we were living with) would have constant arguments that led to a push, which became a shove, then knives would get involved... A 9-11 phone call, tears, and some confusion later, the night would end, and I would lye awake in a neighbors house praying my mom was ok. The days that follow would consist of my mom trying her hardest to repair any heartbreak she may have cause my sister and I with chocolate bars, trips to Chuck E. Cheese, and... my favorite.... Making Cake together. I loved it... I still do... So I can't eat cake very often... But I just think of how much my mom and I have matured together. I love her far more than anyone could imagine. I want things to get better and better as they have been. I guess we needed time apart? Heh
I've been so confused lately... With college, busting my ass, problems with Jeff and his mom, and everything else.. And all this fucking pressure I have coming from so many god damn ends...
I just feel like I need her now more than ever.
SkinnMilk: I know
*RobertLangdon: u suck
SkinnMilk: I started to, but then i didnt like what I was writing
SkinnMilk: Just some gibberish about wanting to get on a train
SkinnMilk: and how I spent my birthday
*RobertLangdon: I want the juicy stuff
SkinnMilk: My mom gave me some of the most amazing roses I've ever seen
SkinnMilk: They bloom enormously
SkinnMilk: In fact,,, I'm going to write about that
*RobertLangdon04: yeah I picked them for her
SkinnMilk: ha
*RobertLangdon: you should
And so I am...
For my 19th birthday, I went to my mom's house in Cutler Ridge and spend the better part of the evening there. She cut a cake, and bought decorative plates and napkins... Which coincidently were all themed with Butterflies.
We sat in the kitchen for a bit, and she told me that the butterflies were not a coincidence, but an omen stating that I would fly higher than any butterfly could ever.
She gave me a birthday card with a cow on the front, (which is great, since I love all farm animals), but the message was amazingly moving...
I've showed it to my friend Andy and as much as I want to keep it sacred, it's sincerity and love wasn't meant to be contained within paper.
And it reads;
"Para una Hija muy especial
Dios te de mucha vida,salud y intelligencia
tuvaz a ser alguien muy grande.
Dios me lo dijo.
Te amo
Mami"
I'll translate it into english as best as I could...
"For a very special Daughter
May God give you much life, well-being and intelligence
You're going to be someone very important
God told me
I love you
Mom"
As I was cutting the cake, I couldn't help but cry. I think of how far my mom and I have come in this past year I've been away from home. It's amazing how conditioning works... The smell of the cake reminds me a lot of hardships my sister as I went through through out childhood. My mother and her boyfriend (which we were living with) would have constant arguments that led to a push, which became a shove, then knives would get involved... A 9-11 phone call, tears, and some confusion later, the night would end, and I would lye awake in a neighbors house praying my mom was ok. The days that follow would consist of my mom trying her hardest to repair any heartbreak she may have cause my sister and I with chocolate bars, trips to Chuck E. Cheese, and... my favorite.... Making Cake together. I loved it... I still do... So I can't eat cake very often... But I just think of how much my mom and I have matured together. I love her far more than anyone could imagine. I want things to get better and better as they have been. I guess we needed time apart? Heh
I've been so confused lately... With college, busting my ass, problems with Jeff and his mom, and everything else.. And all this fucking pressure I have coming from so many god damn ends...
I just feel like I need her now more than ever.