For most of my life, I have been blessed in a family of kindred souls who never stopped to give me the World in the palm of my hands.
Nowadays, we have it all wrong, technology has taught us to believe that love is materialistic and I strongly oppose and shun on that.
I don’t want the materials.
I want the time we will share together, I want the memories we will create together, I want the love we will build from spending time together. The lessons we will learn to teach each other and the skills we will acquire to protect one another.
I wish I could return to the short-lived past. I wish I could go back to that dinner table, where we all shared a meal and where we actually said a prayer and gave thanks to a Higher Power for our blessings, every single night, as we clasped our hands. To return to that sofa set, where we all sat, watching our TV shows as a family. On that same sofa set, where time and time again I fell asleep and was carried, ever so gently, over his or her shoulder, tucked so safely and kissed so sweetly into my bed. Back to the short-lived past where worries were non-existent.
Back to a time where family really meant Family.