what have i asked for...
not much.
and what have i gotten?
everything i could ever need.
i never ask much for christmas. i was always under the impression that we were poor. we're not. but we're not rich either and we live in a house hold of seven. the upstairs bathroom is like a water fountain that shoots hot water and sometimes the heater just shuts off in the middle of the night. and insulation technology was not at top notch when our house was made in the 50s.
i think it was in kindergarten that i wanted the ghostbuster plasma pack and ghost trap.
and i can't really remember much after that.
because i never did ask much for christmas. i was always under the impression that were poor. which my family is not.
i did not ask for the video camera. my mother saw me looking at them at the store. i didn't think i could have one. i did not ask. i can only imagine what she thought i was thinking. the potential might have seen in my eyes. in the dreams she only hears me mumble or on the pieces of trash that she must find in my room. because i never directly tell her.
i did not understand the time i asked for nothing for my birthday after 5th grade.
instead she bought what must have been $50 dollars plus in art supplies. i am such an ungrateful brat.
i was so mad. i'm not really sure why.
i guess i thought we were poor.
she was so mad and with good reason now that i know.
i got nice things every year for christmas. more than what i asked for. except for some years. i asked for a keyboard because i lacked a drummer and last year i got a very nice microphone stand.
i don't even know how to say "thank you" to my family, my friends and the strangers that i meet. i just hope one day i can do something to say it in the magnitude that i feel it.
