For many years, as I was growing up, I was angry and annoyed. There were too many questions, but no one to ask; too many paths to take, but no one to guide me. It took awhile, maybe too long, to understand everything and why things were the way they were, but now, I understand, I accept, and I apologize.
If anyone knows me, they know that I care about (both) my families - especially my cousins...all of them. If they ever needed anything, they knew they could always come to me...it should've never been that way.
After knowing certain people almost all of your life, you realize that you don't know them at all.
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