When I was told a day like this would ever come about, I used to laugh until I lost my breath. Then I will wipe away the sad tears I pretended were from the hysterical laughter and swallow those little expectations I had in my head of wanting everything in my life to be perfect. But in some confusing way, it's happening now. I walk into the dining room, and my complete family is waiting for me.
"My dear." Mom smiled, and I smiled back. I was smiling too hard; my head could burst with pride.
When I settled opposite mom, in-between dad and my brother (the table had too many seats, it would make communication hard if mom and dad were to sit at each end as the rules dictate), the help began serving me food. I was at a loss of appetite, as I am of my words. What sucks is that I didn't care t
