So yesterday (or today, actually) was not that terrible. Only about fourteen people actually showed up, most of whom I know well enough. We played around with all types of fireworks (after the last one exploded, my uncle's first comment was "115 euros. They just exploded) and ate a lot and mostly had fun.
I'm actually a bit sad because my parents were not there - dad "was not feeling well" and had to go to the hospital. I already thought something was going on, and today mom informed me that dad would be in the hospital for a month. And they still won't tell me what is wrong. Plus, my family from Albania (grandparents, uncle, aunt, kids...) will come over and also stay for a full month. I'm really not in the mood. Dad is sick and I already have things to care about. I don't want to share a house with ten people for a month. I don't want to stay without my dad for a month. I don't want to be treated like a child, I'd like to know at least what's wrong with him. I just... Well, I guess today's not a good day.