I visited my uncle and aunt's home to celebrate 7 months of their baby, Carlos. Let's say the house is HUGE, shall we? He even has a mini Jeep to just go around the house! And if he wants to go upstairs? Take the Jeep to the elevator! Their life is PERFECT. Voilá, it's a Jeep! Voilá! Voilá! Voilá!
After making that up, I was in a line of people staring at me while I was laughing all around. I stood in silence, bowed down, said I'm sorry, got the last ice cream, then left. We were seated with my uncle and aunt with their child. Which is in the middle of the whole place with cameras facing us at every angle! I felt so embarrassed to just look at one of the photos when I grow up. I want to be at the corner of the party and take cute photos in different angles! After the party succeeded and finished, I was grateful I was still alive! First of all; here's why:
"It's.. too.. urghhh" she fainted.
"The ice cream was so milky! I want it on my birthday Alfred!" Said the spoiled brat.
"Ha! Thank you! I'm alive" shouting when we just left the village.
If you noticed, I'm grateful for being alive there. Why? Its cause the only people I know there is mom, dad, sis, uncle, and aunt! Just leaving there made me realize that I know nothing about my family. Well, ok then! Well played family. Well played.