On Tuesday 7th May 2013, we celebrated Mother's Day with my grandmother for the very first time. It was a large family affair, with all my relatives, my cousins, my niece, my nephew, my aunties, uncles, mum, dad, brother.

Over time you realise that the differences, the pains of growing up, they aren't so important anymore. Nothing can compare to being able to sit down and share a meal as a family and appreciate the acquaintance that some how some way brought us together. The dinner was calm, and its like we finally understood what it means to be a family. It didn't matter how little we knew about each other.

It was my grandfather's birthday too. God I miss him.

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