Day two; A really not so funny story

First of all, I want you to picture this;

I’m writing this while being on the balcony of my room, with a dressy shirt and shorts shorts. Sweat running through my face, my hair is made in a pony tail holded by one string of my hair. I need to pee, but the room is too hot. Exactly 31~, the temperature of a very hot day on my country.

Today I was hella sure I was going to start writing this in the good way, the totally opposite of the First Day. But due to the facts I’m going to tell you about a really not so funny story.

I was waked up at 7am by my sister and Momo to go to breakfast. My mom was running on the beach. The food was way better than dinner, and I was so full, my sister ate a lot too.

We went to the pool and all was really cool… Now.

Strike one: I was playing in the pool with all my cousins, when my sister started yelling “You’re so fat”, over and over again. Laughing like an idiot. Guess what?, it isn’t that funny.

I pinched her so she would shut up, but then she kicked me. Again. This time directly to the vajayjay.

I had to grab my sunglasses again to hide the tears and sit on a corner while it passed. But there were no tears on my eyes.

The sister came crawling asking for forgiveness in her own words, while I had to suck up my pride and smile.

After that I called my friend Armando, he always helps me with all the shit going through my head. He’s like my stone without even knowing it. Well I guess he will know now.

When he calmed me down a little and after I ate. I went to the pool again with my cousin. And I think this is the only thing that can possibly make me smile in this post. We started to look for hot guys. And I’m sorry skater boy but here’s when I start to cheat on you. This dudes are seriously the hottest guys on the world.

Anyways I took a little nap after all that. And waked up for dinner. Tonight was the white night. And I was ready.

But again. The demon in person (sister) didn’t wanted to come saying she felt bad.

Well sis sick people cannot yell that loud.

But.

My mom and I went down anyways with my uncle and cousins.

And let’s just say, there’s no cookies for the ones making that food.

Moving on. We took the train and went to the beach. Nothing too wow. And when we put a foot on that restaurant and saw the family of my aunt.

I already felt like I wasn’t part of all this. But I shrugged off the feeling.

I went to the beach and started running, fighting with the wind that was against my own body to the opposite direction I was going.

They asked me why I do that?. Well… Because I needed to do something stupid.

My sister actually had the courtesy of come to the beach with a red and orange shirt to just see the beach.

Strike two; The time of the picture came and they all were positioned correctly, like a family.

Letting my mom and I, or at least myself, with an awkward smile on my face.
Then they tried to take pictures family by family. And this is where I wanted to come.

I.have.no.family.

My sister left and my mom and I had to stay there like idiots looking at the happy families.

First one: Single mom with a lot of kids. They could be in different places you still could see in their eyes how strong they were. (picture; all posing in weird but cool positions.)

Second one: Rich family, dad, mom, little girl, and cute twins. It’s obvious that the father works a lot, and the mother is those kind of women who dreams with a perfect pie family. Still. They all loved eachother. (picture; stand straight, with big same sizes smiles.)

Third Family: Simple plan. Couple with two girls. Probably they had gone through the worst troubles, and don’t have money. But the parents loved each other, and looked very grateful after all. (picture; all hugging like no other.)

In the eyes of everybody I do have a family. I mean I have my dad right? And my mom, and my sister. But why does it feels like I don’t?. Like we are alone?.

I think is even worst having a family and not really having it, then not having one at all. If that makes sense.

So if you reader, have ever cried because your mom died when you were little and the only thing left is a photo of her. Or your dad left you when you were just a kid.

Think of everybody who does have a family. Think of me, who can’t hug her own father without feeling dirty. Who cannot be a whole day with her sister without crying a little. Who can’t stand the faking smile my mom have to do for the world out there.

I just hope it can make a lot of situations really easy.

When we had to return to the hotel. My cousin was saying that he wanted a friend who would invite him to a hotel free. My uncle respond something stupid I didn't quite catch. My respond would have go like this “Or just look for a friend with a selfish dickface as a father.” But I would just have got an awkward silence and my mom yelling “LAURA ZAHIRA!.”.

And there’s more details but I don’t want to go there again.

Strike three, and I’m out; My mom, uncle and cousin went to the not-so-secret bar of the other night.

Till they leave.

Just like that.

Letting my mom and I once again walking alone to our room.

And you know the rest…

I had to read “Lock&Key” by Sarah Dessen to keep my mind right.

Anyways.

I thought I was going to spend the night with my air conditioner watching SNL.

As I thought this hotel would have make worth all the bored nights excited about this. But it just officially ruined my ’09 summer.

This time, whatsoever , I have no hope for a change.

p.s; fun fact: I wrote this first than the first day.
p.p.s; Playlist thanked to: oldies of JLo

"I am aware, I've been misled; I disconnect my heart, my head. Don't wanna recognize when things go bad."