Once upon a time. What a cliche beginning of a fairytale. What a beautiful combination of word to describe the short-lived existence of different individuals all over the globe. You might ask where I am leading with this uncommon description? Well...
Existence is a complicated thing sometimes. It scares you, it frighten, it confuse you. But sometimes, it just brighten you up. It puts a smile on your tired face and it reassures you that thing can turn just fine in the end. It let you feel happy after being down for a while. It gives us hope and let us grow.
We have acknowledged in the previous chapters the lowest of lowest, but let's make this one about the highest of highest. About pure joy and laughter. About a birthday that leave our dear Marigold with faith and warmth inside her soul.
Because everyone deserves to feel special on their anniversary. Even if they may not want to accept it in their bones. Even if they tried to have just a normal Saturday morning cooking some pancakes and brewing some tea.
Because there will always be an uncle who tries his best to raise his nice and get her out of the kitchen the moment she stepped into it with a ''Not today kid. Happy Birthday.'', a smile that seemed so unusual and a blue box on the counter. ''I hope you will like it. Not sure if I got you or not.'' . To tell you the truth, he did. Even if you may not find a mix-tape, a book, a guitar pick and a watch uncommon, they were a way of reminding her to do what she loves, to feel what she feels and to never give up, because he knows so well how awful it is when you do.
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Because there will always be that old friend coming at your door at 10 am with a wide smile on his face and a box in his backpack, telling you all about the old woman he shared a compartment with on the train and how she gave him cookies and how full of energy he feels despite waking up at 6 in the morning just to make sure everything is prepared for ''My favourite hippie's birthday.''Because, Josh is still childish and happy and the idea of not celebrating his friend's 15th birthday is just impossible to comprehend.
And Joseph is still too mature and feels a bit too old but the sight of a complete goofball in his small apartment, talking without pause somehow makes him feel a bit not so grey. His blabbering is, at least, comforting.
''Thank you for having me, sir. It would have been a shame not seeing this hippie today. Ohh!!! Can you...?''
