One more year has passed by. I'm 18 years old now. I am extremely grateful for the wonderful family and friends that I have.
My family is the sweetest. I told them I did not want any extravagant gifts and I wanted it to be chill. They listened (to a great extent). My brother made such a cute card for me, so did my sister, and they bought a delicious cake. My brother even bought a box of Ferrero Rocher for me which I am resisting to gobble down as we speak (8:58 am).
The rest of the day went by with restaurants, my first alcoholic drink (Monte Blanc), and my first dress, haha.
While I had fallen asleep crying, missing my father, I was woken up with messages by my amazing friends which instantly put a smile on my face.
Grief, it stays with you, but it gets easier to live with. I have to learn to value those around me instead of only grieving what I have lost.
I am cared for and loved, and that is enough.