I was invited to a birthday party. A little girl turned four. Tiny little life growing in this big world.
When I arrived, it was a traditional Honduran party. The birthday girl dressed as a princess. Tables and chairs decorated and covered. An Elsa piñata full to the brim with candy.
The children chased after the chickens and there was an attempt at musical chairs. Ultimately the chickens were more entertaining. Children’s music racketed off the vegetation and the kids ran around without a care in the world. No one measured how much candy they ate or how dusty they got.
Looking around, there they were, a father who works harder than anyone should have to, and a mother who cared enough to put this event together. Together they celebrated life.
The sacrifice that went into the party was unimaginable. Many would ask why they would prioritize such an event over an air conditioner or a new sofa. Sadly, in Honduras, many must choose. They can’t have both.
You might read this and think you have an opinion or even worse a solution. You don’t. I don’t. It does not need fixed or worked on. It is just the way it needs to be. I am glad they chose the party. The cake was delicious.
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