yellow flower

Our parents are in Switzerland for a while again, so my sister had a party yesterday. House full of aspiring philologists, historians, philosophers, strawberries, reasoning and wine bottles. I feel sometimes little exotic among them, so I planned to stay in my room and study and so I did. Until I decided to have some tea and biscuits in the kitchen. I was afraid of someone commenting about me plus my eight kilos I´ve gained since Christmas when some of my sisters friends saw me. But they were so so nice and open and ask me to stay downstairs. It turned to be very interesting night full of surprising subjects. We went to beds (or provisory beds) at 3, which is very unusal for me. But I was falling into sleep quite glad I´ve joined them.
In the morning we had long breakfast together in the garden and one of my sister´s friends, who is Latin and sociology student and with whom I had really interesting feminine and very open discussion, broke one little yellow flower from bunch of flowers she got from her boyfriend and gave it me with a hug. I am usually afraid of hugging, but it still feels good.