It was the days knows as, the happy days, that I would be sad.
Those were the days I started to think, about why, I was sad.
New Years Eve,  a day I spent with my family every year.
For most, it is known as a day of happiness
In which you step into a new 365 days of your life.
For me it was different, I would feel sad in my room and seek for something good,
Something good to make me feel better, perhaps in the TV.
I would wonder why the fireworks upset me, and hurt my ears.
Even though I knew the latter, I would wonder about it.
My grandma never did like it much, reminded her of the Germans, or something like that.
I sometimes wished I could have been there for my family.
I wished I would have been born 100 years earlier to protect my family.
After 2004, we would never celebrate the 31st with my Mum’s side.
They would stay inside, and wear these huge ear protectors,
Or, they would scream.