Connected.

20. Summer

The rainy days had come to and end, and the sunny days had just started.
It was a beautiful Monday morning, and I was just woken up by birds chirping in my backyard.
I went downstairs and ate breakfast, than went to band practice. It was a very busy day, but on the way back I saw a woman with barefoot shoes in the subway... I can't quite remember but I think I sent about fifteen message to Emmerson about that woman's shoes!
When I got home, I showered and took care of me and my mother's antique garden.
My grandmother planted all of the now vegetables, fruits and flowers we have in our backyard before she passed away.
My grandma always used to say'treat people how you treat flowers'. That's why I was always nice to people who were nice to me, unlike a lot of the people that I knew back then I wouldn't pick on certain people because of how they present or just because I was looking forward to arguing with someone. It just didn't make sense to me, and it still doesn't.
The most beautiful flowers in my garden were the 'Bleeding hearts'. I helped my grandmother plant these, and she told me'after I die, remember me whenever you look at these flowers, please. My soul andy spirit will be with you whenever you need me, dear.'.
My grandmother passed away when I was eleven, so I don't have much memories with her, but I still like to think that she's with me whenever I feel alone. She was so special to me, and it affected me even more that she died of such a tragic illness.
She had, it was terminal lung cancer, and it was because she smoked almost all her life.
Even though I smoked back then, I didn't realize that cigarettes only helped me to cope with my stress, and not actually do something about it. Lung cancer doesn't run in the family, but my mother was very aware that sooner or later, if she didn't stop smoking too, she would end up like her mother did, but she never stopped me from doing it, because she knew that one day I would do the same thing as her.
Summer means a lot to me, emotionally, physically, and mentally.
I told Emmerson this story, and his eyes were filled with tears, because his little sister had cancer, but thankfully she recovered due to chemotherapy. Emmerson's family was in debt for a while, due to chemo, but they eventually fixed that problem too.

'Good morning, my ray of sunshine! Your mom let me in!', I woke up with Emmerson standing on me with a big grin on his charming face.
'I got a surprise for you!', he said, handing me a gift. I felt something moving, I thought my medication wasn't working, but it wasn't...
It was a kitten! It was a black Rag doll, and it was a boy. I gave Emmerson a big smooch and we named the kitten together.
After a few minutes of searching all over the internet and playing with the kitten, we found the name Milo.
Me and that cat have been friends ever since.

It was night, me and my group have been out and about for hours and so we decided to go back to someone's place.
Monroe said we could go to her house since her parents are out of town, and they always let her have friends over and let her drink, but just in the house.
After we got to her place, we obviously started to drink. I remember I couldn't stop myself from taking shots, I was just chugging them down my throat until I could feel the vomit in my throat. I didn't realize it until the next day, that it was my grandma's birthday.