and that biarch is me.
i got a parcel in the mail for my birthday from my dad today. i took it outta the mail box and i was not happy. usually i just go with the flow and i'm thankful for anything my papa gets me. ya know- it's the thought that counts.
the reason why i wasn't looking forward to opening my parcel was that when i rang my little brother for his birthday (we're a few days apart. he just turned 11), they bought him tickets to alicia keys concert in auckland. along with my step sister and her boyfriend. so here i am thinking, oooh maybe dad's gonna surprise me and say that they got me a ticket too! but all he said was, "jeez, 23? i really don't know what to get you. do you have a boyfriend yet?" i was like WTF?! what kinda question is that? so i sarcastically replied, "NAH maybe you should buy me one for my birthday". (honestly guys, who says that?!)
anyways, i was gonna wait until my birthday to open it up, but i wanted to be sure that he hadn't snuck any tickets into my birthday card (or at least given a girl some money! lolz) but no. i got a friggin' book. A BOOK?! who the hell gets a book when they're 23 while the rest of the family gets to go to alicia keys?! but...
they wrote me the most beautiful card, saying how proud of me they were for hanging in there with my studies and finishing it off. that they hope the story inspires me to continue to achieve great things, and keep traveling. and that i'm a role model for my younger brothers who now think it's 'the norm' to travel, instead of an exception for the lucky few.
i'm not gonna lie. i'm still cut up about not getting tickets, i'll just have to get them myself. i am however, grateful that my birthday was remembered, and that they thought about my gift, and that it was sent with love. (right down to the wrapping paper and ribbon i must add!)
still haven't had a shit day yet haha snaps for the kids and lovez to my dad & step mum xo
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