I love my friends. I might not have a lot in this life, but I have great friends.

 

My mum moved back to China and I decided to throw a daquri night in celebration of emancipation. I invited a few of my closest friends and we had tacos and lots of drinks.The thing about my friends is that none of them know each other. I've a collection of friends from different periods of my life and they differ a lot. But I have always had a wish to host gatherings. I want to be the one who cooks and prepare snacks and invite people over. Now, I have never really had the chance due to my mum and the condition of our home. I was always afraid people wouldn't understand. Ashamed, even. 

 

Anyways, we started playing Mario party and I was concerned that some of my friends would be bored. But we ended up having a great time. And they got along very well. And they were all happy. And I was so happy. 

 

I looked up now and then and saw them look at each other with appreciation and... goodness. They are all so nice. Like, genuinelly nice. And I thought, I don't only collect cool clothes, or beautiful sea shells and stones, I collect beautiful people. When they left I actually cried a little thinking about this. I am so blessed.