and I find myself unable to focus at work on this Monday.
Tired. And tired, and tired.
I don't hold grudges,
but I do remember.
And my extended family now means little to nothing to me.
As I age, I find that I create my own family. Friends who care about me. My parents. My brothers.
The woman that calls me ignorant, without even listening to my speech? Definitely not my aunt.
The woman who speaks hatefully to her youngest son because he wants to feel close to her? Or she speaks hatefully of people due to their race? Definitely not my grandmother.
The man who sold the family house to a friend of his, because it wasn't allowed to stay "in the family"? Or was invited countless times to share a meal and declined every time so he could eat alone? Definitely not my uncle.
My aunts are the women I act with, who are proud of me. Of what I've accomplished.
My uncles are all the men who have felt paternal towards me during a show. They care about my well-being and opinion.
My family are the people who love me for me.
It's refreshing to loosen the coils of society and feel like I'm wanted.
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