Teenage years: 2

When someone calls you, you tend to answer, right? Or do you hesitate because you know exactly who it lurking on the other end, and you know what they want? It's a hard decision, in what seems to be so easy as picking up the phone. Sometimes it could be something as simple as a 'Hello!' or 'Namaste'. On the opposite end of the spectrum, it could be something devastating and heart-breaking. For instance, a first infatuation where the other partner seems to (for once) respond back in the same way you do unto them. Fascination, curiosity and ecstasy bubble up to the surface and never shy away from shining through your face as well as theirs. You can't always help how a parent will react, of course. 'They don't understand! They don't know what it's like, and never will! They hate me!' Are usual reactions. It's not fair, never has been and I'll bet it never will be. While I stray from using the word 'never', it seems painfully necessary in circumstances such as these. I love my chariots, and the precious ones I surround myself with, regretfully in reluctance at times, or otherwise. They're my core and my heart. Having no other nuclear family to turn to, they're all I have. Bearing to see them in distress is something I could not do. I love you, and you know who you are. Just keep going on, and be strong.