Family is all you Have

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Gen is a girl who lives in a small house with a large family. She learns to have pride in her family and where she's from.

Submitted: July 22, 2009

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Family is all you Have

The leaves and branches sway above my head as I sit there. In the tree. The wind whistles through the trees. Sitting in a tree during a storm. Not smart, I know. But I love the feeling. To watch the lightning and hear the thunder rumble. You hear about how some people hold a fascination for fire. Well I am fascinated by thunderstorms.

I see lightning strike a few feet away. Gees. It really is getting bad. I suppose I'll go home. Sitting on the porch will give me an okay view. I stand up from my sitting position in the fork of some braches. Lightly spring down onto the next branch below me. I'm not afraid. I've done it a million times. Sure, I've gotten hurt from it before. But getting hurt is worth the view.

Once on the ground I walk down the hill to my house. Small, rundown, full of people. Home.

I walk over to the swing located on the porch. I can hear my family inside. Family. I have an interesting family that's for sure. My dad, he's in prison right now. For hit and run. But Mom's inside. She's a bit different too, I suppose. She's superstitious. Believes in ghosts and the paranormal. My sister Candy is pregnant at the moment. Her husband has run off. I never really liked him anyways. That's not all of the people that live in the house. Our house is full of people, it can barely hold us all. You have to include my uncle, aunt and cousins.

My uncle Tom is a bit violent sometimes. Likes guns and cars. He's been to jail for stealing before. He may not be a normal uncle but he taught me to love nature. Everything he knows he taught me. Now I know and go into the forest daily. That's where I spend most of my time. Wandering the forest and climbing trees. I don't really like to stay inside because it's so cramped and crowded. You get used to it though. Anyways my aunt Macy, she doesn't do much. Just sits there all day staring blankly. If you give her something to do with her hands she'll do it. Peeling potatoes, knitting, drawing, anything really. And the whole time she'll chat with you mindlessly, smiling. Sometimes I wonder about her.

Now I used to be ashamed of my family. Not anymore. I learned my lesson.

One day when I was about eight I was talking to Mom. She was walking with me through the forest talking about all the things she's seen in life. Of course I wanted to talk to her about our family. I wasn't prepared for the way she responded.

" Mom," I say. " Our family is different. . . isn't it?"

" Yes it is, honey." she says back pleasantly.

" I don't like it."

"Like what?"

" Our . . . family."

She stops abruptly then kneels so that our eyes are on the same level. She grabs my hands squeesing almost painfully.

" Girl," she only calls me girl when she's mad. I wince.

" Your family is perfectly fine. We all may be different but we love each other. Everyone in that house loves you, " she says fiercely.

" Family," she says softening and loosening her grip. " is the only thing you have in life. They'll always be there for you, no matter what. You should appreciate that and love them back."

I smile at the memory as lightning lights the sky. I do love them. They love me too.

All the sudden the door bangs as everyone pours out, surrounding me.

Mom and Candy come to sit next to me. Macy and Tom stand next to each other. Everyone is smiling and talking happily. Of course after awhile Macy sits down, knitting. Tom booms with laughter just like the thunder. I smile.

Family is all you truly have in life. I know it. Do you?


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