Today, my dad arrived from el salvador. While we waited for his delayed flight I tried to down some yummy starbucks soy green tea latte and an expresso bar which I looovveee, but I couldn't. My stomach couldn't take it. I wanted to barf and shit myself at the same time. Gross? Yeah I know. Imagine living it!
There was a family sitting right across from us that looked like straight up monkeys. I know that it sounds mean but my bro confirmed that I was right. Then I looked towards their direction and one of the guys gave me the creeper smile. I was disturbed. I admit that I was looking mighty cute today, but ugh it was nasty.
We were waiting at the airport for about 2 hrs and my dad finally came. He hugged us and we were on our way. In the car he shared many stories and he told us how he felt. And I actually felt really sad. I didn't feel sad because she had died but because my dad was upset. He said, "I wanted to be there with her so bad before she died. I rushed over just to see her there lifeless on a bed. It was the worst feeling I've ever felt." I felt like crying...the car was very quiet. My dad and I are very much alike...so for him to say things like that...idk its hard.
So, when I got home I felt bad that I didn't have one picture of her with any of us. She wasn't very important in my life or even in Peter's, but she was in other peoples. And I get that.
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