So lovely to get all together to celebrate her birthday.
We’ve been coming to this French restaurant for more than 15 years, and now the youngest sister can drink a glass of wine. (She used to drink an orange juice with a dessert.)
Some of us got aged, and some of us got matured.
I am absolutely lucky to have this freedom minds of parents and purely fun and kind siblings.
Maybe that was a couple of years ago. We watched “English Vinglish” (2012), and my sister cried and hugged my mom saying, “You always feel this way too? I am sorry,…I’ll be kind to you from now on“. (Crying hard. That was funny) I was wondering how, how they grew up so emotional? (including me lol)
Love them so so much.