We might not always like each other, but we always love each other. My family doesn’t always agree with my choices and opinions, but they always love me. And sometimes when they predict that perhaps I might fall on my face on this one, they support and trust me nonetheless. And when I come to them with tears in my eyes and pebbles and twigs and asphalt smashed into my cheeks and hair, they hose me off, give me a hug and encourage me to keep on moving, keep on Being Me. Because I’m perfect just the way I am.