Family, a set of relationships of parents and children or descendants of a common ancestor. My family is more than this. My family are people who provide love to me, rather than, a relationship because of a common ancestor. The fear of losing my baby, because I lay her on her back after a feeding, or if I leave her only for a minute to wash my hands after a diaper change, or because of a cough I do not recognize as a sign that she may need medical attention are only a few of my worries. Tears roll down my face everyday only to find myself so helpless at this time of my life. “Everything will be alright, Melo. (a nickname my family call me) It’s just the case of the baby blues,” says my mom. “We’re coming to you, Melo to make sure your alright,” says my aunt. “I’m going to stay the night with you,” says my cousin. Wow, listen to that! Family, my family. Just when I’m at my weakest the people I love come to my rescue to provide comfort and security. To show me that I’m never alone, to guide me through my situation, and to love me through it all all I can do is give thanks to the Lord, who provides me with that person or people I shall say, called family. I believe in my family. I believe they’ll provide me with advice so I’ll sleep at night, as if craddling a baby. I believe they’ll ease my ways so I won’t be stress, like singing to a child when she is scared. I believe when I feel walls are closing in on me I can call on them and they’ll come, like a baby who cries out to its mother. A set of relationships of parents and children or descendants of a common ancestor is what my family isn’t. I believe my family is the light that shines in the darkest areas and I will always love them for shining on me. I believe in my family.
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