Dearest Sis.
I’ve been meaning to write this, dedicated to you since I came home but I haven’t gotten around to it until now.
When I first was told that I was going to spend my summer in Canada I wasn’t that happy about it. To frankly honest I was mad, especially at my mom. Because of her I wouldn’t get a job which means no money. I wouldn’t get the opportunity to say a proper good bye to one of my closest friends. Once again I would be spending my birthday abroad. I kept on thinking like this until I opened a photo album with pictures of us ten years ago.
Suddenly it all came back to me. The singing and the dancing. How much fun we had together, and how inseparable we were.
I kept getting more tired and annoyed of almost everyone here. A close friend of mine told me that it would do me good to get away and I agreed. Gradually I started to think what you were like, the person you’ve grown up to be, your friends, boyfriend? Would you like me? Would we be as close as we once were? After all it was ten years ago since our last meeting.
When I first saw you and we’ve said our award hellos to each others my thought was that you are so gorgeous and friendly. I wondered how I would keep up with you.
The moment I knew that we think a like was when we went to Fairview and you introduced me to your “friend”. From that moment on I knew that this would be fun. And it turned out to be insane, even the trip to P.E.I. was fun (sorry Dilon) because we had each other and that’s all we needed.
When someone says three week, or 22 days, it seems like a small eternity but the time flew by. The last week was the hardest and the best week ever. Even though I got to spend my birthday in a car for more than 10 hours you made it all better. You gave me all I ever wanted but never got, friends and a cake. Haha, I even got three birthday cakes. How lucky am I?
See, people say that I’m lucky to get to spend my birthdays in various countries ever year but I beg to differ. I miss all my friends, my family. But this year I got all that and I can without a doubt in my mind say that this was the best birthday I’ve ever had. Thank you. For everything.
You let me in to your life and made me a part of it. Never has anything felt so right like that.
And this is the secret I’ve been keeping inside of myself; I didn’t want to back. Everything was fine, I was so happy. Back at home I was slowly fading away, about to loose myself, my traditions and culture. And there I found you. Dilon and Sajith made me smile like never before. And you… Well, words can’t describe how I feel.
I was at home and the radio started playing “Pocket Full of Sunshine”. It made me think of us, driving in the car. Laughing, taking pictures, screaming stop. Haha!
Thanks to you, I’ve always got a pocket full of sunshine.
I’ve been meaning to write this, dedicated to you since I came home but I haven’t gotten around to it until now.
When I first was told that I was going to spend my summer in Canada I wasn’t that happy about it. To frankly honest I was mad, especially at my mom. Because of her I wouldn’t get a job which means no money. I wouldn’t get the opportunity to say a proper good bye to one of my closest friends. Once again I would be spending my birthday abroad. I kept on thinking like this until I opened a photo album with pictures of us ten years ago.
Suddenly it all came back to me. The singing and the dancing. How much fun we had together, and how inseparable we were.
I kept getting more tired and annoyed of almost everyone here. A close friend of mine told me that it would do me good to get away and I agreed. Gradually I started to think what you were like, the person you’ve grown up to be, your friends, boyfriend? Would you like me? Would we be as close as we once were? After all it was ten years ago since our last meeting.
When I first saw you and we’ve said our award hellos to each others my thought was that you are so gorgeous and friendly. I wondered how I would keep up with you.
The moment I knew that we think a like was when we went to Fairview and you introduced me to your “friend”. From that moment on I knew that this would be fun. And it turned out to be insane, even the trip to P.E.I. was fun (sorry Dilon) because we had each other and that’s all we needed.
When someone says three week, or 22 days, it seems like a small eternity but the time flew by. The last week was the hardest and the best week ever. Even though I got to spend my birthday in a car for more than 10 hours you made it all better. You gave me all I ever wanted but never got, friends and a cake. Haha, I even got three birthday cakes. How lucky am I?
See, people say that I’m lucky to get to spend my birthdays in various countries ever year but I beg to differ. I miss all my friends, my family. But this year I got all that and I can without a doubt in my mind say that this was the best birthday I’ve ever had. Thank you. For everything.
You let me in to your life and made me a part of it. Never has anything felt so right like that.
And this is the secret I’ve been keeping inside of myself; I didn’t want to back. Everything was fine, I was so happy. Back at home I was slowly fading away, about to loose myself, my traditions and culture. And there I found you. Dilon and Sajith made me smile like never before. And you… Well, words can’t describe how I feel.
I was at home and the radio started playing “Pocket Full of Sunshine”. It made me think of us, driving in the car. Laughing, taking pictures, screaming stop. Haha!
Thanks to you, I’ve always got a pocket full of sunshine.
Oh my god Taniyah
SvaraRaderayou are making me cry right now,
that was beautifulll,
simply genius and and truly from the heart.
It made me soo emotional and made me reminisce about all the good times we had.
I love you sooo much!
and miss you dearly.
I can't vvait to do it all over again next summer,
love you sis
you are my pocket full of sunshine