I’m pretty happy, there was a tiny left towards a perfect day.
I had good chats with the whole family.
The friends I care about also remembered, called me, sent messages.
I had a long conversation with my father, I could thank him for teaching me what he taught.
I visited my mother, spent some time with her (time passes so quick) and with my brothers. I got cake, “happy birthday to you” and hugs.
Guys of the apartment also sang.
To be perfect, I just miss Lelê, who I talked a lot during the day.
And that stupid dog, Falk.