05-28-2016, 08:40 PM
Graeme's happy chatter about her family keeps me smiling; it's just a quiet little half smile, but it softens the sorrow in my eyes and makes breathing a little bit easier. “No, not all of them,” I answer when she asks about brothers. “I have one too, and he is one of my very best friends. And I have lots of sisters. Do you have any sisters? Mine are amazing, all three of them. So are my mom and dad. I'm really lucky.”
I am, luckier than I could ever deserve. I started life thrown away, tossed aside like I was nothing, branded with a name that declared to the whole world just how worthless I was. It was only angel eyes and a heart full of love that kept me from becoming nothing in truth. Or at least nothing more than a pile of tiny bones. My mother found me and swept me up and flew me home to paradise, and loves me even now. Even after everything I've done wrong, and everything I have not done right.
My whole family does. I don't deserve a moment of their undying love, but they pour it into me with every touch, every embrace, every look. Sometimes it's too much; they give and they give and they give to me, and what could I ever give them in return? Most days though, I am just grateful.
Ah. I'm still not pulling off the mask, I see. “Happy is better, you're right. I'm just not very good at it sometimes.” She kisses me on the cheek, and I can't help but smile at her outrageous words. She even manages to surprise a silent laugh out of me, the little minx. “I'll try, alright? You make it easier, I think your smile's contagious.” She's so bright and cheery and delightful, I just want to bask in her radiance like sunlight. “So probably you should smile more too, because the whole world could use more of that happy feeling.”
It's not always easy to come by, after all.
I am, luckier than I could ever deserve. I started life thrown away, tossed aside like I was nothing, branded with a name that declared to the whole world just how worthless I was. It was only angel eyes and a heart full of love that kept me from becoming nothing in truth. Or at least nothing more than a pile of tiny bones. My mother found me and swept me up and flew me home to paradise, and loves me even now. Even after everything I've done wrong, and everything I have not done right.
My whole family does. I don't deserve a moment of their undying love, but they pour it into me with every touch, every embrace, every look. Sometimes it's too much; they give and they give and they give to me, and what could I ever give them in return? Most days though, I am just grateful.
Ah. I'm still not pulling off the mask, I see. “Happy is better, you're right. I'm just not very good at it sometimes.” She kisses me on the cheek, and I can't help but smile at her outrageous words. She even manages to surprise a silent laugh out of me, the little minx. “I'll try, alright? You make it easier, I think your smile's contagious.” She's so bright and cheery and delightful, I just want to bask in her radiance like sunlight. “So probably you should smile more too, because the whole world could use more of that happy feeling.”
It's not always easy to come by, after all.