rochelle

Sometimes I think about my family, really think about my family.
I love my family, even though sometimes they make me feel like I am going to cry.
I think they think that I am a loser.
I am not a loser-at least not for the reasons they think I am.
It makes me want to cry only because they don't know, they don't see how happy I have been-this time-being on my own path. Why?
Why are the people who are sopose to be the closest to us so reluctant to share in our joy, often our sorrow.