My family is here.
It's okay. Because they are my family and they are here. The girl who I call Best Friend. The girl who I live with and who saves me a dinner plate. The boy who lets me choose what movie we watch at the end of a long week. The boy who takes me to breakfast on the weekends. The people I make cupcakes for.
I always knew they were my family and they were here. But it's okay. I remember.
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