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Monday, February 20, 2006

 
It was my birthday last weekend, i am now 24. i felt i had to type that because it always comes as a bit of a surprise to me that i am now in my 20's. Why don't i feel 24? i'm not complaining of course, i am quite happy to remain feeling young at heart. Although in my teens i did think the world would stop seeming like such a big scary place by the time i got to my 20's.

It was one of the nicest birthday's i have had simply because i spent with people i cared about. I went home and saw all the family members i love the most and i felt nicely wrapped up in a protective cocoon and felt that there was nothing that my family couldnt handle. I forget how nice it is to be the little sister - of course it wasn't so nice when i was a kid and i was being punched in the legs so they would go numb and i couldn't crawl away but thats another story.

The only shadow was finding out my dad had suffered a couple of TIAs. Didn't protect him from that. He's been told to stop smoking, for the millionth time. and i know he wont. I'm not sure he should now, i understand why he wont and it's not purely because of addiction. I know the death of his best friend is a factor.





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