FORGOTTEN HISTORY: Funny wholesome family life - The Untold Story

This past Sunday was the Gold Cup Mexico vs USA, my dad and I have been dreaming about going to one of the games, specifically with these two countries. We live in the US, but my parents were immigrants from Mexico. My dad told me when I was around 7-8 that he would take me to see a football match one day. Unfortunately, I lost him 4 years ago, and I told my family I was going to watch the game on Sunday (on TV).

I told my husband about the game and what I’ll be doing Sunday over the phone since he’s working out of town. I did tell my husband I was planning to do something for my dad’s birthday on Monday, which was to eat some pizza and watch his favorite movies.

Not even 20 minutes after we hung up the phone, he took it upon himself and searched for where the game was going to be held. We live around the Dallas area, and the game was going to be held at the NRG Stadium in Houston, which is like a 3-4 hour drive. My husband told me to go to the match instead. He convinced me by saying, “I will be fulfilling the promise, and you’ll be celebrating his birthday by doing something he loved doing with you.”

I’m tearing up writing this, but honestly, it was a great experience. It felt like my dad was there. Plus, Mexico winning it was so emotional, and I just wished my dad was here to watch it with me.

She isn't allowed to run, jump in and out of bed or couch, or be uncooped. So, the family decided to heal together, so she's not alone.

Well, this year she got cash for her piggy bank - look at that face. She is adorable.

At the last moment, my uncle (Minister) surprised us and told my wife she could now kiss her husband… and I loved it.

He did that for the first time ever! She called it one of her “treasured moments".

No, despite having an 11-pound cat covering her face, the wife did not wake up.

She was even able to talk my dad into going with her (a small miracle in itself). This may be my favorite moment of our family reunion at Walt Disney World.

A little extra backstory I just learned from my sister this morning: Josh, the groom, did this on the spot to lighten the mood when he saw my dad tearing up.

This was the first email/status update we sent them.

Now, I am the first person in our family to get a master's degree, and as I lined up for graduation, she handed me my own... Identical to hers and told me she was proud of me.

If you look closer, you’ll see the cat and little dog are also knocked out.

My first daughter's (she is now 2 and a half) first word was my mum's dog's name, Martha. Yesterday I was having a coffee with my mum when my 1-year-old baby turned to the dog, stretched her arm, and said with intent, Martha, then repeated it. Then the dog came, and she cuddled her. I love that Martha the golden retriever won their hearts. The picture is older, and the baby is very young there, but it shows their bond starting.

He actually has 4 kidneys now. This is his second transplant.

While the father was actually fishing, the son innocently held a piece of wood which didnt even have a string attached to it, however, he seemed to be putting in a lot of effort. Wanted to keep it for myself, but it's too wholesome a picture not to share with the world.

So, my dad has been making these for me for as long as I can remember. We call her Mona, and she changes a lot. His favorite was when I was about 14, and he used a carrot for a nose and put dip on the end. When he gave it to me, he said, "Sorry about the snots. Couldn't get her to use a Kleenex."
Never fails to make me smile.

These are self-drafted (my second and third time making up my own patterns). The human sweater took about 6 weeks, and the cat sweater took 12 days.

The whole family ate one, and they were delicious!

We’re in our 30s, I colored my beard grey and had aging makeup.

I fell in love with a cat lady 14 years ago, and she showed me the love of thrifting. She has since opened her “Cat Lady Corner” at an antique mall where she displays all her rescues.

Well, my dad had me at a young age and then remarried. About two years later, my brother and then he and my brother's mom had a terrible Divorce. Her family was rich and threatened to take him to court until he gave up the rights so that he could be adopted by the guy who ultimately ended up adopting him.

Well, I always knew about him my whole life. So I always looked for him online when I had some free time. I didn’t really know what his last name was; no one really told me. I did that for years until I found his grandpa, grandma, and his mom. I messaged all of them, but only his grandpa got back to me. We tried to meet up a few times, but our schedules never really worked out, so I kinda gave up and let it rest.

About three years later, I got a new job. I didn’t really know where any good food places were, so I went to the gas station I knew about, and as I was walking in, this guy looked like an exact replica of my dad when he was younger. I tried nonchalantly to get a good look at him. I kept trying to build up the courage to go ask his name, but I chickened out and walked to my car. He started walking out at the same time, and I told myself, now or never. I asked his name and explained who I was to him. He didn’t seem to believe me, but gave me his number anyway.

Well, about four hours later, I got a call from him, and he said: “I thought you were some crazy dude that knew my older brother passed away and made up a story. I talked to my parents, and they confirmed it, so I guess you aren’t that crazy”. The rest is history.

We started hanging out and talking. We now hang out regularly, and we are even starting a business together.