A’s officially six and well that says a lot.
she’s one hell of a mature girl and I used to say between K and A, A always knew what was the best choice. I can’t say that anymore.
At some point I gave up planning any kind of party, this one was totally ruined. Sure A had her cake and a few random presents but no guests. P crashed at our place earlier to sorta distract us from the big picture, the old K would have gone for it but this new one, damn he senses anything.
So P and I celebrated A’s six birthday while I worried myself to death until K gave me the OK call. His granny had mild stroke and now she’s hospitalized, K drove all the way to Boston just to be by her side. I know K has a very strong bond with his granny but driving all the way after a stressful day at work and not fully recovering from the shocking news was too much.
So like many previous occasions, A is pissed, P is pretty lost and K is acting like any normal grandson in an annoying nerve wrecking situation. Where am I in the situation, I have no idea, but would people stop picking on me because they are worried and have no idea about what to do? Well that won’t happen. SO
Happy Birthday My Dear A, it seems everywhere we find something to go completely wrong!
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Hang in there