Prom…

SCORE!!! So I think it may have been less than a week since my last blog, I do think that hell may be freezing over. Or not, either way I feel very good that my writing intervals have gotten much smaller. Now aren't my 2 readers happy?? Okay fine my 1 reader? Haha

Anyways today I kind of have a set topic but it is still quite jumbled up in my head. The best way to pinpoint it is : Family. I'm trying to expand on all 3 things I was thinking about in my previous blog…

So, what prompted my mind to think about family? Well its write up there in the title. First off I want to start off by saying that my prom date was awesome. And that none of my mentality has to do with her. Now that I got that out of the way; I would have rated prom a C+, maybe a B-. The reason for that was that I felt so out of place. If someone would have told me 4 years ago that some of my closest friends were going to shun me at prom, I think I may have died laughing. That would have been simply an impossibility in my mind. Unfortunately today that is not the case. Even though I was surrounded by friendly people at prom, I felt such solace the whole night. I can't say that I wasn't hurt after prom, because I was. But that is only half of what prompted me to write.

The next incident happened, well it's not so much an incident as something that has been going on for 2 months (well I took notice in the last 2 months.)…it's the care that my family has been giving me in the absence of my father. For all of you that don't know my father is currently serving a prison sentence and won't be released for at least a year and a half, I'm not saying that so I can receive any sort of pity because frankly I don't care for it. I am saying it to make my next point that much more meaningful. A little before my father was supposed to turn himself in, we moved in with my aunt in los angeles. It would be an understatement to say that I didn't want to move. I liked where I was, I liked the way things were going, I didn't want to change anything. However I didn't get a say in it. The first couple of weeks were a little rough because it took some getting used to, new place, new routines. After the initial awkwardness I began to really enjoy living here. I began to get that much closer to my family, and I began to see their love for me, I saw it every time my aunts would tell me to be safe when I went out, I saw it every time my cousins would cook for me, and I saw it in each one of their faces when I told them I was gay.

These instances reminded me about the power, and bond one holds with their family. Your family will always be there for you. Your relative, can't just stop being your relative. This eternal tie is something almost magical. Unlike most friendships, families become closer in tough times. It is this difference that has made me appreciate my family so much.