Thank you, sincerely and from the bottom of my heart.
For the uncle who speaks like a literary professor (in two languages, he has a certificate to show as proof) and spent years, maybe decades in the Board of Governors for an international corporation.
For the godfather who is one of the leading cancer researchers in the world.
For the uncles and cousins and aunts and nieces and nephews that are all either over-achievers or bottom scum.
Thank you for the laughter and the singing and letting me be when all I want is silence. Thank you for letting me speak my mind and being given the right to my own opinion on love, religion and politics no matter what my parents say.
Thank you, Mom, sincerely and from the deepest pits of my blackened mind.
For making me insecure. For making it impossible for me to be able to take control of my life when you've always been there.
For talking about finding a boyfriend (or a girlfriend, that's just as fine, really) and grandkids and how having little people (cousins) running around is almost like having those grandkids.
Thanks, for making me think I can never be good enough, so I don't even try. For the screaming matches and cussing at me when I was twelve (I don't care if you don't remember, I do).
Thank you for the hugs and the comfort and letting the tears fall and just being there. Thank you for letting me make my own mistakes (even when I know they are mistakes beforehand). Thank you, I suppose, for believing me even when I've lied to you so many times I can't even keep count anymore.
Thank you, Dad, sincerely and from the infinite abyss of my soul.
For making comments every time I'm not covered like a Victorian Lady. For crushing the tentatively growing confidence of a teenager…just because you don't like make-up.
For thinking that moving in with my best friend when I just wanted away from you and Mom must mean we are secret lesbian lovers.
Thank you for being the one I can bitch to about Mom and her "unreasonableness". For baking with me. For teaching me about machines and answering my incessant questions even when I don't really understand. For letting me run away from overbearing aunts and social interactions. For commiserating with me about the coddling of the youngest family members.
Just thank you to all of you, for everything.
Me (i'm sure you can guess)