Guys! It’s me – Alfred. KING ALFRED.
My feelings are hurt. I wasn’t invited to my Moms’ Family Reunion this year! Can you believe it?! I’ve been invited to all the family reunions since I got to the States a couple of years ago. This time my Moms left me in Washington, DC and drove to North Carolina – to the Homestead where I’ve spent over 35% of my 4-year life! – to attend the family reunion with out me.
What do you guys do when your feelings get hurt?
I’m havin’ a real hard time forgettin’ about this and forgivin’ my Moms.
“Alfred… Alfred… Alfred!!”
“Are you telling your blog friends that you didn’t get to go to the family reunion this year and your feelings are hurt?”
“Well, did you tell your so-called fans that all your relatives asked about you? They all went back to the back of the Homestead house to the pantry where you liked to stay to look for you and double check that you really weren’t there…?
“I’m gettin’ to that part, Moms… Let me tell the story my way!”
So, guys, I know some of you thought I wrote on my blog that I wasn’t comin’ to this year’s family reunion. But, I didn’t do that. Actually, I had my bags all packed up to go to the Homestead for the family reunion. It was a real rude shock when my Moms didn’t come get me. I can’t lie, guys, I cried when I got left behind.
But, I had my Auntie to keep me company and my Grandmoms’ had some friend come visit and stay with us. It was exciting. But, it’s not the same thing as getting to go to family reunion but I made do. Grandpops thought I was comin’, too…
Moms told me everyone had a good time. I’m glad. Just make sure you tell my Moms to invite me next year so I can support the family and know my position in the family and upholding the family pride.
Yours in family unity