Birthday 'party'

It's my birthday party today. I should, however, specify the term 'party': it's a birthday party with my family. Agenda:
1) Grandmas and grandpas come for lunch
2) Grandmas and grandpas give presents
3) Lunch
4) Aunties, uncles and cousins come and give presents
5) Cake, coffee and tea
During 1), 2), 3), 4) and 5): (mostly) grandmas gossip about people the rest of attendees never heard of (apart from grandmas' gossips from last week).

My granny got me a golden necklace. As my mother told her, I can't stand wearing things on my neck and I don't like gold. Obviously, it didn't stop her and along with the necklace, I've received a lecture about the value of gold and how I'll come to like it as I grow older. And that she likes gold. I told her that I don't give her punk records and was right about to say that she should've saved it and give to me when I turn 40, but my mother stopped me. This is a family get-together, neither constitution, nor international pacts apply: there is no such thing as freedom of speech, regardless of being assessed as adult by the law. At least I can drink.

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It's my 18th birthday today - the one I've been waiting for for so long; there I am, drinking age  -  but I don't feel like celebrating.
My father, whom I made fun of in the previous post, died in a car accident this Tuesday. 

Suddenly, I'm no longer pondering what my first legal beer would be (I have been preoccupied with this idea for months). Being at home makes me cry again and again, being away feels strange.

I can get focused on something else and then I'm probably as OK as I can possibly be, but occasional thought makes it through often.