Day one began on January 14th.
We went to Cleveland to attend a family reunion that included the Smith family and the James family. I got to see family from my hometown Alabama that I have come to miss dearly. When we got there, my Auntie Laverne gave my parents, siblings and I, shirts. The entire reunion was basically based on honoring my late grandmother Lois Jene James, and the last descendants of her. My grandmother Lois died before I was born, when my dad was around twelve or under. I never got to see her, but her presence is in my dad at all times.
Day two took place on January 15th.
We came back for a cookout where everyone prepared special. I had so much fun. All of us got together and began to dance where my cousins set up turn tables and my uncles and cousins sang. I felt as if my roots were even clearer. My family is full of really great musicians, and now I know why the passion is so strong to me. It felt even more special because the cookout was on June 15th so it was nice for my brother to celebrate his 16th birthday with the ones he love.
By the time the night was over, I probably had gained a million pounds which was not needed on my behalf. It felt good (tasty) to have a piece of hard work and passion in my belly.
Day three took place (at home) on January 16th.
We all were suppose to gather again for a fathers day breakfast with just my family, my aunts, uncles, and cousins. It was also my baby sister's 11th birthday too. Even though we did not go, we celebrated at home. My mom had to work and she was exhausted (from having only little rest). And now I realize that the longer I am away from someone, the more I begin to cherish them.
And in that note (of summer), I spent my final days, celebrating my 15th birthday on July 28th with my family.
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