Family

When I was young, I thought every other family but mine was broken. Broken like shards of glass all over the ground, jagged and sharp. You’d bleed if you tried picking up the pieces.

When I was young I escaped into my own world when something went wrong. Closing my eyes I was whisked away to a beautiful place where nothing went wrong. And all my troubles were gone, it seemed like forever when I was there. I never wanted to leave.

As time went by I went into my own world more and more. Hoping, wishing I’d go there and never come back. Knowing it wasn’t possible but I prayed anyways.

I prayed for years, day in and day out. Hoping by some magical wish I would get what I always wanted. To leave the family that made me feel alone. Made me feel useless in this world. A world where I didn’t belong.

Years passed by as I got older and older. Dreams faded altogether as my realization came to pass. Then one day I stopped praying.

I became a body, without a soul. No sorrow, pity, not even happiness. I was void of everything classified as being a human. And I was okay with that.

One day when I turned 16, I met a woman, who understood me, who like me was void. Because she felt like she didn’t belong in this life. And over time we made a bond that couldn’t be broken.

The void started to shrink, and disappear all together. She showed me love and kindness. A sense of respect between us. Seven years pass and she is my sister, I chose her as my family.

I realize that not every family is perfect, lots of families are far worse than my own. Some children with no families at all. I see it on the news. Hear it on the radio. It destroys me hearing about all these children, who are void just like I was. But they need to know. That overall, your family is the people that show you love, kindness, and courage. It may be friends or distant relatives. But love is love, love is family. Family is where your happiest. So don’t give up on your dream. Because your family is out there. You just haven’t met them yet.