Blonde Mafia Ganja Island

No matter what we've said over the years.
No matter what I've felt or what they've felt.
Nothing really matters when you know you can always go home and be with them and no one reminds you the bad things or closes the door before you enter.
Yes I'm speaking about families. A family. My family.

We aren't perfect at all. We're probably one of those who don't really deserve to be called a lovely or splendid or whatever positive adjective kind of family. Each one of us has fucked up pretty bad over the times.
But you know what, I have always forgiven them and they have always forgiven me.
Because we've had our own reasons. Our own reasons to be who we are. No one of us grew up on marshmallow cushions nor was anyone of us taught how to live as a perfect person.

I know a lot of people consider us so very lucky to have each other. And there are some that think it couldn't possibly get any better than what we have. Numerous times I have heard compliments on how sweet and blissful is the life that we are living and how everything turns beautiful when my mother touches it or golden are the hands of my father or how light are my sisters hair or pretty the cheekbones of my brother.
Well, as always, everything that shines is not pretty. And I could have been a lot happier living somewhere else, with someone else. But I was born to that family with a reason and I grew up with them also for a reason. And who I have become is thanks to them.

And it doesn't matter to me at all if there are things that I haven't liked because we still sit together in the living room of their beach house from time to time. And we are still there for each other. And we still sigh with relief when we depart from one another. And it makes me smile secretly.
But I know we will love each other in our own weird ways until the day we finally die.
And if that's not something, if that's not strong, if that's not amazing. Then I don't know what is.

Tonight I am taking a pony ride over the snowy treetops and my mom and dad will watch it while sitting on a park bench down in the forest. And when I look back over my shoulder, they will wave to me. And this is the reason which makes me love my family.