Tjueførste mars:

Australia:

Kyle Jett Cook, Australia had an orange suit. It was one of his few suits, but it was also the one he'd worn most. It was a relatively old suit he'd had since 1999.

Each year, on this day, he would take a cursory glance over it then if everything looked fine and not about to fall apart, he put it on. He'd opted to wear this suit instead of a ribbon, because, in his own words, "there's no way I would be able to remember where I put something as small as a ribbon, while a suit is too big to ignore."

There were of course organized events planned for this day, but he never could care about those things, and since his method of being with the different ethnic groups of his country was more effective in making them feel included, his boss let him.

Egypt:

Everyone who knew Gupta Muhammed Hassan, Egypt, knew two things about him; one, he was a good salesman, and two, he was talkative. There was one day a year however, when he was unusually quiet and would ignore all possibilities of a good sale.

On that day, every year, he would go out to his garden and pick some flowers, then he would travel to one of the pyramids closed for the public where he reverently almost touched the walls. Proceeding to a chamber few knew what was being used for, he gingerly placed the flowers on a stone table, and reminisced about his early days with his mother.

-Happy Mother's Day, Mother, he said softly when he excited the pyramid again.

International:

As have probably been mentioned before, there were few things that the Nations agreed upon. That racial discrimination had to be eliminated was one of those things. Even if everyone couldn't be there for the event that they'd created just for them in South Africa, where they could, without the pressure from their bosses and governments, remind each other about all the good and incredible things each country had done, the absent Nations sent their support.


Author's notes:

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