Family

I have a family. One with tons of people that say they love me and send me presents on my birthday that have a card attached that spell my name wrong. One that thinks it's ok to only hug me after asking. One that makes us stay in a hotel down the road when we visit.

I have a family. One that wanted to spend every moment with me by choice. One that cuddles. One that spells my name right and wants to make me happy. One that hugs me when I cry. One that leaves me for its own family when it can finally participate again. One that I sat by for days and now can't see. One that wanted to make me a part of its own family, but now... not too sure.