It was the day. A day of dread, fear, anger, frustration, confusion, and pressure. Pressure to feel the way the world tells me too. To find love and appreciation for a being that has been worthless in my life and in the lives of so many of my friends. Yet I woke up feeling comfort in a place I don’t call my home. I heard voices of people I didn’t know five years ago. I smelled food cooked for a celebration I wasn’t sure I wanted a part in…but now I see a family I am so thankful to call my own.
Fathers Day
One of the best days of my entire life has just happened one a date I have avoided since I was eight. Fathers Day with a family brought together because of love. I could not imagine a day filled with more happiness and laughter. I enjoyed every single minute of it and never saw it coming. I grew love and appreciation for a man that has brought our two worlds together and given me two amazing, protective, honest, loving brothers.
“I have to watch out for my little sister” “as you were like, I swear my step brothers not a stripper” “@chocoltelove” “I swear I wont droup it [english accent]” “[writing Ky on a package of sand] ‘how am I gonna remember that’s mine not Kayla’..’oh I could think of a few reasons..’” “she’s my sister” “the best have to stick together” “you know we’ll be in charge of your assets” “Kayla and I are in cahoots” “to family”
cheers: to family, one I would never dream of having, one I could never live without, one I am so fortunate to call mine.
