The people who used to come around for holidays will not always show.
The guest list will not stay the same.
And that is okay.
*Twenty20 / punkcake__*
My genetics do not bind me to them.
I have no obligation to repay them for placing a roof above my head.
I am slowly learning that I am not tethered to my family tree.
I am allowed to chop it down and plant a new seed.
I am slowly learning that family does not consist of the people who share my eyes and nose.
It does not consist of the people who heard my first words and helped my wobbles turn into walks.
*Twenty20 / punkcake__*
My real family consists of the people who love me exactly as I am.
The people who know more about me than just my name and mymajor.
The people who can list out what I stand for, what I want, who I am.
I am slowly learning that my relatives are not actually the superheroes I saw when I was young.
Make no mistake, I am not going to give up on family over minor arguments.
