Inner Monologue

Families come in many forms.

One of mine happens to be my high school trade teachers.

With parents,

Aunts and Uncles

Even a Grandfather.

I haven't spoken to them for months.

They think I'm happily working,

Maybe looking into teaching.

They don't know what happened,

How so much tragedy can hit in one month.

Two dying grandparents,

A dead dog,

A loveless home.

It's going to hurt when I see her.

The dam I built to hold everything in place will break.

The tears will flood through just like when I graduated.

The only difference being those tears were bittersweet.

And all she'll be able to do is hug me and say I'm destined for something great.

But how can she see so much potential when she sees this mess of running mascara and hiccups?

I know it will be hard,

I know I'll ask for the man who's like my grandfather to hold me.

But I also know they can help.

They can help me move forward and achieve my goal.

They can help me where my blood relatives cannot at the moment.

It's going to hurt,

But it will be worth it.