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kdubb
18 January 2013 @ 11:50 pm
My sister and I went to dinner at our favorite spot today. We've been going there since I was about four, and we love having dinner there. When we walked in, a girl (with down syndrome) said "Hola," to my sister. I didn't even hear the remark because like always, I'm in my own world not paying attention to even the floor. Then when my sister walked away to go the bathroom, the girl goes, "Cute shoes!"

Throughout our dinner, my sister and I couldn't help but fall in love with her spirit. She was watching TV and cracking up with the most genuine, happy laugh. When Barack and Michelle were shown dancing on a commercial, she said, "Aww!!" She was just the cutest thing in the entire world. She sat maybe two seats away from us, but midway through the dinner she sat a little closer to where my sister and I were which was fine with us. We thought she was awesome.

I forget how conversation with her started, but she started counting all the pictures in Spanish, and I think my sister said, "Wow, that's awesome! you know so much Spanish." So she came over and introduced herself. She asked my sister what her name was, and then mine. She extended her hand out to me and said, "I'm Hannah." Then she told us it was her birthday. We found out she was there waiting for her family to celebrate her birthday. And we love birthdays, so we asked her how old she was going to be? She put both hands up and held up two 2s. So 22. And then we said happy birthday, etc etc. And she (this was the sweetest part) gave me a hug and a kiss on my temple and said, "gracias!" And did the same to my sister. And we almost LOST IT, BRUH. I don't know how else to describe it except that it was the most genuine, sweetest thing anyone has ever done. She did it so selflessly, out of the goodness of her heart, and was so grateful over our small happy birthday wish. Then she blew us a kiss and said "GRACIAS! Adios!"

My sister and I had to wait for our pizzas to take home, so even though we had finished our meal we were still waiting. So my sister went to pay the bill, and when she came back,I asked Hannah about her nails (cause I always notice nails, child). So Hannah didn't take notice, and my sister said, she probably doesn't understand. Then out of nowhere, up Hannah goes with her hands extended out ready to show me her nails. They were blue with peace signs on the ring finger <3 (my girl even knows the nail trend hehe)

We finally had to leave and I gave her another hug and said, Happy birthday, enjoy! And so did my sister. We started rusing around the mall and I said to my sister, "I want to get her something." And my sister had the same sentiments. So I said, "something with a peace sign." So we walked around a Boscov's trying to look for a cute little something for her. We tried necklaces. Nada. I found peace sign earrings. Couldn't remember if her ears were even pierced. So I suggested either a scarf. No scarfs. But in our scarf hunting, we saw peace sign socks and they were literally PERFECT. We walked up to the Boscov's gift registry and had it wrapped for free, and we picked this cute balloon wrapping paper with a cute orange ribbon bow and proceeded to walk back to the restaurant. We were so nervous, just because 1) we hoped she was still there 2) we also hoped her family wouldn't take it the wrong way. But we weren't going to let our fears of informal social sanctions stop us from doing something we really wanted to do.

As my sister and I walked into the restaurant, we saw that she was still there, this time with her family. I made my sister talk because I'm shy. When my sister walked up to the table, her mom looked scared which broke my heart. My sister said, "I'm sorry to interrupt but we just wanted to give something to Hannah." And her mom was confused and was like, "I'm sorry, what?" So my sister quickly saves the day and goes, "We were here earlier and when we were eating, we met Hannah and she told us it was her birthday. She just kept us company and made our day, and she was so nice so we wanted to get her something for her birthday." And she handed Hannah her gift. Her mom instantly looked relieved and had tears in her eyes. She said, "That's so sweet. Wow, that's so nice. Thank you." And Hannah started tearing up :3 Her mom asked if we wanted to see her open it or wait, and we said whatever Hannah wants. So Hannah wiped her tears (BLESS HER HEART), and took off the ribbon, stuck it the her mom's shoulder, and kissed her present before tearing it apart. She threw the wrapping paper at her mom playfully, which made her grandpa crack up, and when she saw her socks, she loved them. She was so happy and grateful, and her mom looked so happy and touched. It meant the world. Her mom whispered to her to say thank you. It wasn't even that Hannah didn't know to do it. I think she was just so happy and didn't expect it. She got up and said to my sister and I, "Two hugs!!" And gave us the best hug in the world.

The looks on everyone's faces meant the world. And Hannah's sweet, genuine, true spirit was the nicest thing. I am so happy we didn't let our fears stop us from doing something sweet. Her mom was so happy because how often do people do things like that for other people? In short, be kind. People remember it forever.
 
 
 
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kdubb
28 August 2005 @ 05:52 pm
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I
wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

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