Blessings!

When my mom told me that she wanted to take my sister and me to a blessing I wasn’t very optimistic about the whole situation. You see, I knew my father wasn’t going to be happy and that’s exactly what I told her. But she insisted that this was the one thing I could do for her after she bought my all those clothes. At that point, I knew there was no point in arguing so I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and put on my Tibetan Clothes. As you know, it’s customary to get some type of offering or donation to whoever is blessing you, at least in my culture, so we went to the Asian Market to get something for the high lama. Or so I thought, in reality, my mom got a ton of vegetables and 4 gallons of whole milk! Like, are you kidding me! Usually, you can just give a few bucks and the lama will be satisfied but she wanted to really get the “best” blessing so she bought a ton of stuff. 

Thankfully, my “cousin” (I don’t remember her and she’s much older than me), brought her car over and wanted to help us carry the “donations” to the monastery. It was an hour and a half drive to the monastery and I can undoubtedly say that we all slept beside the driver, She was just doing a  good job driving for us. I am honestly just so excited to drive because it's the thrill of just going fast and deciding where you want to go. My only problem will probably be parallel parking because I can just see my self, hitting another car. After finally reaching the monastery one of the monks came to greet us and informed us that the blessing was over and everyone had left, although there was this one group that was taking pictures. Afterward, he said that he would do something special for us since we brought a ton of donations and let us see the high lama. My mom was so excited and ready to pray like a beast. 

There was this house where the lama was giving the blessings and no one was inside it, or so we assumed. Because after we put our donations inside he took us to the room on the left and we saw the old lama sitting on his chair. Now I am an atheist and don't believe in good luck. But just seeing the guy in his spiritual robe just made me feel like I had to pray. The monk who took us there was friendly laughing (meaning he wasn't laughing to hurt my feelings) and so was my mom. Then, they were all speaking Tibetan except for my sister and me so I felt like of left out. Remember that the woman that drove us there also was getting a blessing. The old monk said some "words in Tibetan or Sanskrit" and then, gave us each a little tap on the head from this almighty stick of power, I'm joking, it just had some cool looking papers filled with drawings of the Buddha. But that was all we did that day!