I’m happily single at the moment, so here you go: a picture of the unconditional love of my life: my mom and siblings. I am second from the right.
Our father left us when I was started in kindergarten. Mom, who that time was only in her twenties, had to be a single parent with two kids, and a university education to finish. As if it couldn’t get any more difficult for her, she was also pregnant at that time. She didn’t give up and kept on fighting. Her children are always her first priorities. She is a hero. My hero.
My two sisters, Irene and Jessica. They are my soul-mates, my better halves, my best friends. I share everything with them, and I love them to death. We’ve survived through a lot of hardships in life since that jerk who is our father left us, and that’s what makes the bond between us strengthened. We always have this protective instinct (overprotective, even) towards each other, especially since we moved to live abroad.
And last but not least, my little brother Nikolai who’s just started going to school this year. Actually he is a step-brother, but does it matter? I have always thought of him and loved him since the day he was born as if he were like my other siblings. Maybe even more since I’m more matured now. I admit it, I can be a bad sister and role-model for my siblings most of the times, but he, without even really doing anything, knocked some sense in me. Sense of being the eldest sister in the family. For the first time in my life I felt this kind of love. Unconditional love. Feelings that make you want to give up everything, even your world and life, to protective these people who… even words fail to describe the intensity of your feelings towards them.
These people are the reason I am who I am today. Even though I fight and argue with them a lot, I love them more than anything in the world!
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