Missing My Familyby a young woman, age 14
Today is a typical day: boring, and going to school.
But a couple things are different.
I’m in a place of solitude, away from everyone,
and silent, as usual.
A lot of new people, a lot of new faces.
But there are a few that I miss the most.
We’re a little chaotic, and tend to go insane sometimes.
If someone were to see us, they’d see us as disoriented.
It’s kind of like when you shake a snow globe,
there’s always a little clump of snow,
that sticks to the side of the glass and doesn’t move –
that’s my family.
But that’s what makes us family.
My family are some of the loudest people on our block.
The neighbors hear us screaming about silly things,
like an old doll getting stuck in a tree.
It’s been stuck there for like 4 or 5 years now,
even through the Washington wind storms.
My family has communication issues sometimes,
but we always have each other's back,
and we will never let each other down.
The saying in our family is: “You don’t have to like the person,
but you do have to love them. They’re family.”