My grandmother grew up in this tiny village in Barbados, and she was the only kid in the village to have a cricket bat. She used to play with all the boys, but then they started stealing the bat every time she bought it out of the house and saying that she couldn’t play because girls shouldn’t play sport. So one day she invited them to come play cricket, then set fire to the bat and made them watch it burn, so none of them could play cricket anymore. She was 11.
I’ve finally accepted that these people get what true happiness and love are.
I seriously love this family. They don’t care what anyone looks like. They just find beauty and make the best of any situation. I love it.
^ True dat!