duel post

This week you are getting two stories the second half of the forth of July freedom story about Freda and a paragraph long story about the funniest thing that happened to me this week. so let’s start with the later.
The funniest thing happened this morning a telemarketer called about the families’ windows computer in the morning with a really weak connection so my mom who picked it up just hung up the phone. They called back a few hours later and I got the phone because my mom was upstairs. So I was trying to interact with the women who had a heavy Indian accent who then connected me to a man because I wanted to figure out what they wanted but wasn’t getting anywhere with her. The man very quickly told me that I needed to give the phone to an adult upon where I told him I was an adult so he could talk to me. He asked how old I was and I said 18 he told me he needed to talk to someone 25+. So I told him in that case I am hanging up. And I did just that. less than a minute later he calls back but my mom gets the phone and he says “B!^$# how dare you hang up on me” and my mom very professionally tells him that you cannot talk like that, she was not even on the phone earlier and I need she needs to report him that should have been recorded. There are a few more curses from the man and then he puts her on hold that does not connect so the phone goes back on the receiver and we proceeded with our day. The people in this world it’s crazy the little things that happen so that was just a pretty interesting interaction that I wanted to tell you guys about. Also this shows why my mom rocks!

Freedom Part 2.
I wake up not to the sun peeking through my window but my mom shaking me to say I have slept in late enough. I look at the circular clock that hangs on my wall; its arms point to the nine and in between the ten and eleven meaning its eleven forty-five. Normally I won’t sleep past nine but I guess with all the excitement I did have a hard time falling asleep. The first round of relatives normally show up around one or one thirty then everyone gets here between then and three, guests that do not sleep over will leave around six or seven so they can see the fireworks on their home territory.
I know what I am wearing it’s a tank top that is red and white stripes with blue star studded straps. And plaid shorts that are the same color scheme. It is not sunny but it is not raining so the weather may be alright as long as a storm doesn’t come through and mess with the barbeque.
I’ve just gotten out of the shower and dressed when the phone rings, its aunt Margie saying the rain is torrential where they are and they do not think they will be coming out. I hate to think that my favorite aunt, mother of the fun cousins that though older than me are super cool and fun and enjoy hanging out with me will not be here today. The worst part is that if she is not coming who else may not show up. I have to keep doing what I would on a normal day so I go to the kitchen to get breakfast or maybe brunch at this late hour. There are cut fruit platters with Maria my sister standing at the cutting board prepping.
“Can I have some of the watermelon basil for breakfast?” I ask her.
Without looking up she replies “Sure take what you want the food is for everyone but I don’t know if anyone will be here at all, mom told me about Margie. It’s a shame but there are others that were supposed to be here they still could show there is another hour or so before we would start to get them so don’t give up.”
I eat in the kitchen on the island watching my sister roll cold cuts and put toothpicks in cheese. A few more phone calls come in and the family one by one cancels. The rain comes down hard and heavy with thunder and lightning canceling all the fireworks and leaving my corner of the world empty me crying to match the rain. I am upset enough to throw a tantrum but decide against it instead I scream into a pillow. And cry myself to sleep.
I wake up for dinner which is the food I ate for breakfast and the Hors d’oeuvres that were made for guests that will never get to enjoy them. I don’t talk to my family just eat and then return to my room to sleep some more.
I wake up early the next day my birthday thinking that yesterday the disaster was to work out all the kinks and now the future will be better I grab a dark blue halter top dress and bring it to the bathroom after my shower I blow out my hair and put on the dress. Downstairs there is a buffet style lay out of breakfast foods, muffins pancakes, fruit and OJ. My mom is standing at the end of the counter with a tiara. “Happy birthday Freda.” She places the silver tiara on my head with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Around one dad fires up the grill saying we have so much meat from what should have been a party yesterday may as well use it. And by the time the first burgers come off the grill there is a knock on the door. It’s Aunt Margie with her three kids and husband Uncle George. “We come baring gifts for our birthday niece.”
I am so shocked that when I turn around to tell the family who is here they just shout surprise and more relatives file in from the back yard. I am speechless but a tear of happy joy comes out of my eye. The day continues to be beautiful the weather is nice at night time there are fireworks to make up for the ones that should have gone off yesterday and there are the small fireworks and sparklers me and Maria got for us to use. the fifth of July 2014 was better than any of them in previous years. My gifts vary form stuff I will need for school to lotto tickets. I won $25 in a scratch off but the best part is the pictures that now plaster my Facebook wall especially the replication one of me with a sparkler and huge smile that is now my profile pic. I love summer and July and the life that I have been given in this sad messy world there is still sparks of wonderful that is what I will have to live for.

I know there is more I want to do but after forcing myself to write the second half of the story I have learned my lesson do not promise you stories in parts unless they are already written. I hope to be seeing one or many of my friends that I have not seen in at least a few months in the next week so if that happens there will be pictures with me and them, shout outs and such so be camera ready when you see me.
Till next week stay cool, wear sun screen and sunglasses!

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