I looked around the table. Everyone that was sat here, was here for me. I pushed back the tears that were forming in the corner of my eyes and smiled.
I was truly thankful for them all. Blood or not, each one of these women were my family, my kin, my sisters.
Bonds tied with each one. Each one uniquely different, but all loved the same, both equally and dearly.
Who would have thought that a girl like me, a girl who spent most of her life wandering through mystical forests, searching for a meaning to her lost life; would be surrounded by so many hearts, that all beated with love for her.
There were times when that I was so blinded by goals so far away that I couldn’t see the support system that was around me.
I was blind to the love radiating from around, the type of love that acts like a barrier, catching you when you fall from the highest heights and stopping you from sinking to the lowest lows.
I truly was blessed.