24 Years

 Here’s to 24 years ago meeting my family for the first time. 24 years later I spent the day eagerly excited to enjoy cake as it was national cake day, and think about the past 24 years of my life. And though people may think I should be ever so thankful for everything. It’s still one of the hardest days for me. I’m forever thankful for 24 years of life with my family and friends (with nothing 9 year old me thought I would be living) but I’m so ready to be done making the same self pity post every year that people either give me we’re so glad you’re in my life because there’s love somewhere in their words and having the hardest time believing them, or hoping that I can be happy with everything I’ve been through and proud of myself. Because deep down I’m still that little girl crying because she wants her family and hates another year of this reminder. 24 years later I should be in a different spot. Happy spoiling Auntie who loves her nieces and nephews and all her other honorary nieces and nephews (kids she spoils equally) in the greatest relationship with a guy she’s ever been in. Loving her job and community but she spent the evening crying as she always does year after year and cake helps dissolve her tears. Because cake is the only thing comforting when people are so distant.