Family.
What exactly does it mean? To me it used to mean sadness, pain and hate. The one day I met this pretty fairy named Laurana and she became my best friend. After that I met her family. And boy was that family HUGE.
They accepted me into their lives because of her and I found something I'd never had. For the first time I had a real family.
I quickly learned that in this family, we protect one another. No one harms another member of us without at least five or more of us popping up to defend that person. That's what family is about.
Mom, Daddy, Mum and Pere have shown me the joy of having parents that support and love their children. Their love is unconditional and constant. No matter the issue or problem they are always there to listen, love and support.
Every member of this family is special to me. I've finally found something that was always lacking in my life. They opened their arms, hearts and lives to me and mine and I am forever grateful to have them in my life.
So, what is family you ask?
For me it's a mixture of all beings that have chosen to come together as a family unit. It's love and acceptance. Just because we don't share DNA doesn't make us any less of a family. We choose to be there for one another. We choose to love one another. We choose to fight beside one another.
That's family. And I have the best damn family ever.
Sunshine.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Posted by Zoey at 9:27 AM
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