It was a birthday of a friend of mine .Me and a few other friends were invited to lunch at her house. It was cold , rainy day and i was more than happy to get out of the house for a change .In fact , i didn’t mind the weather at all .If it was college i was going to then i would have been cursing all day. Well this visit turned out to be a lot of fun. We talked, played games and ate to our hearts content. What I really liked was how her family was so close knitted .Her brother wasn’t really present , but i had heard they loved each other tremendously and stuck like glue .Her mother was so free with us and loving...well, i just haven’t met anyone like her before . Looking at them i couldn’t help but wonder ,why wasn’t my family like this ? We’ve had our share of fights and i guess sibling rivalry is nothing shockingly new. But i couldn’t help but feel my family was nothing compared to hers.
I was angry and furious when i came home not wanting to look at it from any other point of view.I just wanted to feel the rage for sometime ,to get it out of my system , to be normal again. When i did i realized everyone atleast once have felt that their family isn’t exactly an ideal one and the family in front of them is more happier than they can ever be. But it isn’t true .Every family had their own little problems to deal with.So the best we can do i to accept who we are and can be and make the best of it. For me, i believe, this is the only way i’ll survive .