There's a tribe that believes that the better you feast and live your life the better your ancestors will see how far you've come. You celebrate the dead by enjoying your life.
Last night I came home to my two roommates who had laid out an entire indian dinner, chicken curry, naan bread, garlic hummus and lit candles. They created a card for me that had all my favorite celebrity crushes. They took the time to cut out "Happy birthday" signs with streamers place them just before you enter the kitchen.
Every year I never quite expect anything for my birthday. Every year im surprised with the amount of love that I get from my peers, my friends, my family and my friends who I consider family.
They dont know that simply by being there they're showing me how much they care about me. They dont realize that after coming out of house after house with family tribs. After arguing my way to find a home that they've given me a home outside of my own immediate family.
I am grateful. Spoiled. Happy. Fat and rich.
I am also broke, stubborn, loud and voluptous.
I couldn't be happier.
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