I have a few random things on the night stand next to my bed. All good things though, with good memories behind them. Seeing them everynight before I go to sleep makes me happy. The first thing I notice is a framed picture of myself, Rachael Bitter, Cana Conserva, Katherine Cantillo and Julia Liggio at Beacon Hill the day before Cana left to go back to Thailand. We are all wearing a different colored shirt, all bold. I miss Cana. Being the young girl that she is, she changed my life that summer. Sometimes you never expect people to change your life, but they do. Sometimes you don't even realize how much they have impacted you until they are gone. That's kind of what happened with Cana, but a bit different. At the begining of the summer I just KNEW that it was going to be 'the summer that changed my life.' I had no idea who or what was going to change it but I just had a feeling it was going to happen this summer. The summer Cana came. The summer I made another best friend.
Her story alone is incredible, maybe not to others, but to me it is. Her parents are Missionaries in Thailand. So being only 11, she obviously has to live with them in Thailand. She is not Thai, and gets a lot of flack for that at school. She told us once that people there mock white people. Kids atleast. She also said that she will go up to girls in her grade and start talking to them and without a word they just walk away. But she never acts up about it. Or gets down. She always stays positive. A young girl with a heart so mature is a blessing. I sometimes think of my situations with my family and how something isn't going as I would like it to go. Then I think of Cana, a girl younger than I am, and I think of how much she has sacrificed. How much she has given up for her family. And she never complains. I strive to be like her every chance I get.
The next thing I notice on my nightstand is my glass cup of fine tip sharpies. D.C. memories is what looking at that cup immediatly brings to mind. The week we were in D.C., fine tip Sharpies were the only thing I wrote with. I think those were the only writing utensils I brought with me. I don't know why. I don't know why I even had any because I bought the massive pack of them I use now after DC. I could write a book about that one week in Washington D.C.
A photo booth picture with 4 shots of me, Katherine and Sara from the Coney Island trip making ridiculous faces is also on my nightstand. One of the best days that summer. 22 year olds that bring two girls almost half their age to Coney Island on a day they could be looking for a job GMH.
A sheet of Motion/Reverb paper with a drawing of a Robot and a drawing of a Pumpkin on it with speach bubbles saying nice, funny things is next to the photo booth pictures. Kate drew it for me one day at Reverb when she could tell that I was upset about something. She was right, I was upset about something. But she managed to make me laugh, and definitely make me feel better.
A ring that used to belong to my Grandma. Reminds me that she will always be there.
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