Five years ago on January 19th, I experienced the worst day of my life.
I woke up to my sister who I love more than anything, screaming in immense pain. We had no idea what was wrong but she sounded like she was dying.
She was then rushed to the hospital. Luckily, (if you could say that) it was only kidney stones.
But we already had morbid plans for that exact day.. her husband (fiancé at the time)'s grandfather's funeral. I had to attend.
Even though I didn't know him, it was still a depressing situation, and I was only 14.
To watch my sister's husband in that state of sadness, his love in the hospital, his grandfather's funeral on the same day. Needless to say I was balling my eyes out.
Did I mention that on the way to the funeral a bird crapped on my head? yeah.
It is said that when a bird poops on your head it means good luck... well the luck didn't show itself for the next few years..
Every year on that day, bad things would happen, I'd fall into my depression and I would be scared to leave home...
Until this year.
Last night my sister (the same one from above), and her husband came over to tell my parents, other sister and me some very exciting news.
Unfortunately I'm not allowed to say exactly what it is until two months from now... but I can hint.
It involves my sister ... there's something in her tummy, and this time, it's definitely not kidney stones.
The first January 19th that has brought me extreme happiness in years.
I thank the bird.
