I have this friend..
She lives in a house with a pretty painted room. A room that she painted herself. A room that's cozy and warm, with the scent of vanilla, and candles all around. Picutres in colorful frames that make you smile when you see them. A room that plays music which flows through your body as you sit on the bed and listen. Art work sitting around, there's paint drippings on the carpet. A bed with four blankets and silky pillows. Ten teddy dogs covering the side. One small window that lets off a breeze when you sit by it. An open closet door, with paint and brushes spilling out. Magazines and fabrics, creeping out of the closet to get you. She uses these things to build collages of pictures and paint that resemble her life.
She has no mom. Her family got lost. She knows that there is a difference between a mother and a mom. Between a father and a dad. She thinks that a mother once used her body as an intrument to bulid a little person. She thinks that a father helps the mother build the person and keeps the mother feeling strong. She sees that a mom does things with the child that no other person could do the same. The mom makes the child laugh as they exchange moments of happiness. The dad plays rough games with the child as the mother cooks them dinner on a rainy evening. She knows of these lives, as many people do. Yet, she has not had the experience of a big hug from a father, or a dad. She has lost all exsistance of a mother, or a mom.
They say a dog is a man's best friend. Although she is not a man, she knows the thought of playing fetch in the sun. She's had the time to go swimming and play ball. She even knows of what it's like to bath the animal to keep it clean several times in several days. She's realized that you don't know what you have untill you've lost it. She understands that people don't take the time that they should with the animal that loves them or the family they have.
She lives with her sister. One who trys to care as much as she can. One who puts forth the effort to make her crack a smile, since there is nothing that can return the gift of having a mother. Or a father. Or even a pet to love and sleep with through the night. She wants to thank her sister and make things as good as they can be. But she's feels uncapable of doing so.
Even though she has love around her, she thinks of her family and what is left of it. A sister, a brother, a grandmother that she never gets to see. Two nephews that she sees not too much but way too little.
Her boyfriend lost the connection between his parents. Something that he's had his whole life. But she understands that they are not happy. She accepts that even if they are not together, they are still there. But she cannot understand the fact that her love is so unhappy. She knows not of what it's like to go out with two parents to call your own, to have a good time. She would be happy to have half of what he has. Yet he is not happy at all of what he has. He struggles with the thought of losing his grandmother to cancer. It tears away at his thoughts. Things would be so diferent without this lady in his life. How will it feel? Yet she thinks back to when she was just eight. Her father just walked out and her favorite grandmother died, the one that she was close with. The one that bought her candy and gave her fairy tale movies. The one that would let her climb onto the counter to reach the box of Apple Jacks. She has one grandmother left who she never gets to see. One who she loves but has a weak relationship with. She thinks his life is royalty, but he thinks his life is dirt. She doesn't understand, knows not what it's like, but she still trys to support him.
She just wants people to see that as bad as she has it, she still looks at the sun. She trys her best to think positive and stay strong, and most of the time she succeeds.
She only wants people to look at the common things they have, such as a mother, such as a home, such as a family to call thier own. She wants them to realize that some people don't have these things. The things that you think everyone has. She wants you to be thankful. She wants you, if you've lost these things too, to just think positive and keep staying strong.
She's ben through alot, just as everyone else. But she still gets up to fix her curly hair. She still looks in the mirror at the brown eyes that matches the pictures of her long lost father. She still acts crazy like her mother who dances in the kitchen. And she still pats the pets, which remind her of her lost one. She knows that she is a part of the things which made her life bad. But she trys to stay strong. And you should too with whatever troubles you have.
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