It’s 2 am and I’m being driven home from a house party.
Driven home by my parents. I’m sitting in the back of the family van just like the old days.
My parents told me it was time to go and by the time I said my goodbyes I was out the door just in time to see them drive away.
They’ll turn back I thought…
Negative.
So after a few minutes I called mommy’s cell ” you forgot me!”.
They had indeed forgotten me behind.
Tonight we we’re at a “ghena”, which in an Old Armenian tradition to celebrate the bride and groom to be
a week before their wedding, and what a celebration it was .
Cheers!
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