a nostalgic day.

So, today the internet went off for approximately 5 hours. I'm not that pathetic, I swear. I didn't freak out, or moan about how I wanted my life to end (this is what most people think I'm like). I sat outside and read, did some more writing and started a new drawing on my iPad (Paper is absolutely fantastic, if you have an iPad, get it). 

Then my sister called me into the living room where she sat amongst a heaps of old photos that are crammed into some drawers under our television - and I mean hundreds. So together, we sat and looked through each drawer carefully, and I decided to keep some for myself.

The truth is, looking through them made me really sad. We all looked so happy, and more importantly, my mother looked on top of the world. There were pictures of myself and my late grandmother, pictures of me with old school friends before I moved over to Spain. The ones that made me feel the most sad were the ones of me and my father. He's not dead, but it feels like it. He used to be the most amazing human being, and now he lives in Malaysia, calls us once in a blue moon (and when he does, he's drunk) and I haven't seen him in a few years. I'm not going to get into major detail about it (another day, maybe) but I just know that we were in a happier place back when I was younger. I wish we were in that place now. 

Me giving my sister, Ciara, a kiss. That is my father on the right. 

My mother and I.

My sister (Right) and I (Left).