Dear summer #12
Birthdays, the one moments of the year we all are together.
Today, it’s been my youngest cousins eight’s birthday (to be real, he’s not eight until tomorrow) and call me old if you must, but it feels like it was yesterday he was born. I remember that my parents and I where at IKEA and just as we are about to buy some food, my grandpa calls my mom and tells us that a second boy is born. How and why I remember this so specific is an unsolved mystery but I still kind of like it. Not really what I can say about todays birthday party.
Don’t get me wrong, even if i rained, my cousin where so happy about how the day turned out, and it was fun to see almost everyone together again at one place. Hear stories that hasn’t been shared for many years and seen people that I haven’t seen since last summer. But then again, does it feel like everything is falling apart, because it kind of is.
Nothing is the same anymore. people grow up, grow apart and are falling in and out of love. Sometimes I wish to be a kid again, when everything was so easy and you didn’t really understood what the grownups where talking about or how the reality really worked. Like little Ollie said today when he fell of the kick board and he hurt his knee. ”It’s okey, there’s no wound, I’m immortal.” Oh, I love kids.
