Sunday, June 17, 2012


Family is still family.
When you think you hate them,
You still cry when you hear of their death.
When you think you don't need them,
You ended up in the warmth of their embrace.
When you think you are alone,
You feel secure just to know your family is there for you.
When you think they don't love you,
You feel like dying.

Family is blood.
Family is love.
When you are loved, you are with family.
When you are alone, remember your family.

You are loved-- even if not by words.