Wednesday, 25 December 2019
It's the end of Christmas Day, and to be honest I loved every single second of this Christmas. It was magical.
All the families gathered in my cousins new house. The parents telling stories about their kids "mischiefs". Us always making fun of them or pointing out that they were telling the story wrong.
All of us had to have a time to play with my baby cousin because she wanted to give attention to us all BUT individually. I just ended up with a few princess sticker on my skirt but it's okay, she said it was pretty.
Dinner time was hilarious because we all kept mocking my uncles fish because it was too salty.
It was a huge table but divided by ages, meaning the "kids side" spent the whole dinner playing around.
We convinced the uncle of my baby cousin to dress up as Santa and everything. She was so happy.
The next day we pretty much did the same. The bonus part is that my dad came.
After years and years of asking he finally said yes, and to be honest the moment he walked in I almost cried tears of joy.
Having fun, enjoying each other company, a lot a lot of food.
Christmas Day ended with having dinner with my brother who I missed a lot.
I couldn't have asked for a better Christmas.
It's the moment I'm getting ready for bed and go on instagram, go on Twitter all that stuff that I see that no one liked theirs, or likes Christmas anymore at this point.
Or it's because they don't get along with their step father, had a fight with their mother, hate their dad, etc or simply because they're not in a good mental space.
And so I remember, last year I did not have a good Christmas.
Last year I was not in a good mental space.
And finally I'm grateful, for finally being able to see my amazing family, even with all the flaws.
And hope for better a Christmas next year to the ones who didn't get it this one.
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