i love

spending time with the fam. they are pretty rad, i must say. we always go over to my grandparents on sundays to make pancakes and talk about the world's problems and how we should fix them. we always play games like scrabble and build ridiculous pyramids with blocks that are five hundred years old. we always laugh about things, give each other advice, tell stories. i am so lucky. it really makes me sad when people don't have the kind of relationship with their families like i have. i can't wrap my mind around hating your grandparents. it's an impossible concept for me. i can't understand how people hate their siblings and avoid them at all costs. again: foreign concept.

i think people underestimate the value of family. yeah, you can survive without them, but how happy can you be when you have no one to turn to? when the whole world is at odds with you and you don't have the safety net of unconditional love and support that a family can give. for some, that doesn't exist, and that makes me want to cry. no one deserves to be shunned and expelled from their family. family is the one who always forgives, who nurtures you, who lets you crash at their house because you've had a bad day, or your pantry is empty [as mine quite often is. come on people! i'm in college!]. i can't express the gratitude i have for my family and how important they all are to me. it will be so hard when they all start leaving this earth. i can't imagine what it will be like. i don't want to imagine what it will be like. i'll just have to take it as it comes, just like a billion other things in life. i'm just so happy when i'm with my fam. i don't have to put on any fronts, they laugh at my jokes even if they aren't funny, they tell me when i'm being a bitch and need to cool it. they are real with me, and that's hard to find in friends.

i. love. family. the end.