The Eyes Of A Spectator

So I went to my mom's because I promised her I would be with her for a couple days because of her heart. She has to get it checked because she's had two heart attacks and they just need to check if everything is okay, because 20% of her heart is gone.

So I go and everything is great, and we were barely in the house at all. We went to the Turkish Festival in the city in central park and it was great. Good food, good music, and best of all I speak the language fluently, so I was very happy. I talked with girls, with guys, with kids and other people.

I met some interesting people, took some good photographs. You know, it sucks not having a camera for yourself, because if I did I would really take photographs and post them up by myself instead of having to skulk to a low level and ask other people for their camera's it's a bad feeling not having something for yourself, like a car.

Anyway, later, my mother's best friend from childhood came with her daughter, and we had a lot of fun. Before that, my dad was there, along with my aunt, cousin, and my grandmother, but they left about an hour after I came because they were there since 10 AM, whereas I had just come in at 2 PM.

So it was all great and fun.

Till my next adventure,
Bijan.