Last weekend I went home to see my family. It has been two since I have been back home. It was good to see family and friends, but being home reminds me of the person that I use to be and don’t want to be anymore. The memories of all that I have been through and what it took to overcome so many things came back to my mind. But more importantly, it reminded me of how strong I am and how I can overcome anything. This weekend was full of laughs and love. To see my mom and kids again was everything. To be able to hug my grandparents and great uncle was the best. But for me seeing people that I didn’t get along with and who broke me down. But being able to hold my head up and still smile was wonderful. They say home is where the heart is, but I feel like home will always be with you no matter where you are. This weekend has shown me that I miss my family, my sister, and my brother. I miss being with them. But I see my mom and kids often, but I miss having everyone together at the same time. I need to make more time for my family.
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