Glass.

Our love for one another has always been different. We have grown up believing so many different things - lies, realities, facts, stories, anger. However, every once in a while we like to remind ourselves that we are family and that we care. We always had a different way of showing it. Today, I realized that our love is not something we show, it is something we live through. How Ammi gets up every morning and makes the bed - she has to, it would be tragic to have it any other way. How Ahmed always pretends not to know your secrets just so he wouldn't have to act all big-brotherly, how Nosheen never directly asks for Ammi even though she knows we have nothing to talk about. Our love is woven into our souls. It is perfect, like glass.

And sometimes i feel,
because of me,
it is breaking.