Just when I thought I had less, I realized that I was given more than what I needed and what I deserved. I miss my family. It may be true that you won't miss someone until they're gone. Yeah. We are not broken. Nor incomplete. I just feel that we lost our sense of being a family. Being one. Loving one another. Showing it. Expressing it. Gone. I don't know how to mend it back. I just lose appetite when I'm with them. I know. It's wrong. But I really miss us. Badly. And I hope one day, we'll be one happy family again. I hope and pray. I am forever grateful for my parents. They are so generous and loving though they show it in subtle ways. I love them so much. They have really sacrificed for us for A LOT of times. They are true examples of humility, patience, perseverance, and unconditional love. I thank my bully yet caring siblings. Without them, my life would be super boring. Haaay. I wish we never had grown old. I love them so much yet I am holding back to expressing it to them. And I feel like I'm working on the greatest regret I will have in the future. I offer to God whatever we can't mend. I trust Him that everything will be better soon. That whatever we may face as one family, we can surpass. I trust in Him who is love. I trust in Him who provides. I trust in Him who gives hope. I trust you Lord and I entrust my family to you. May we be one again. United in love and hope. Amen.
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