I turned 3 and this time we didn't celebrate it at my grandmas home. My grandma was living in a really, really high building with not a lot of space, we had a lot of neighbours but they were cool. I remember for my second birthday at my grandmas, I got some building blocks to play with and a wallpaper that I could put on my room with winnie the pooh on it. I had to sleep on the floor at my grandmas because as I said we didn't had that much space, so we took a mattress and
layed it on the floor, my grandma had to sleep
in the living room. But this is not about my
second birthday, it's about my third.
This time we celebrated it at my grandpa's.
Well, not really, my grandpa's home
once were ours, maybe to that time
it sill was ours, can't remember.
Whatever, we celebrated my birthday in
this apartment and a lot of family members
came, it was a lot of fun.
Even my dad was there, he and my aunt
threw my in the air, you know just the things you do with a little kid.
But I guess, that was the last birthday with my dad.
And a year before that it also was my
last christmas with him, we also celebrated
this christmas in my grandpa's apartment.
But this year there wouldn't be another
christmas with him.