Poetic Excuses

Family (Vent)

   I like seeing something directed towards me that says "Sis" on it. Whether it be a text, or a letter. I like being call "Sis" or being told "I love you". When I say I like being told that someone loves me, I don't mean a boyfriend or girlfriend. I mean someone I know loves me. Someone who is family. Not only two people call me "Sis"... there's a third.
   My Aunt isn't actually blood related to me either and she calls me "Sis". She tells me she loves me, and I believe her. A lot of people say we look alike- but we aren't related by blood nor marriage. My father was adopted and my aunt wasn't. They aren't really blood related, but love each other the same. I love my aunt. When I think about it- despite how weird it sounds- she's kinda been like a far away sister.
   But not a sibling like the ones I have here:
   Bubba, he's a good person. I like to hear that he'd protect me and when he actually does that... No matter how stubborn I am, I feel loved when he yells at me or gets pissed because of something I did that could put me in danger. Yeah sure, a bit hurt, but also loved. It shows he really does care.
   Now my sister- though I don't normally call her my sister- is the same way. I love to know that she'd protect me just as I'd protect her. I enjoy knowing she too would protect me.
   I enjoy being called "Sis". But only if you're family. There aren't many people like that, so be glad you're one of them. I enjoy being told "I love you", "Good night, Sis", "You're welcome, Sis", "Love ya, Sis", and "Be safe, Sis". I know these are all things I rarely hear and usually hear them from my Aunt, but I still get to hear them.

   It makes me feel warm and bubbly on the inside. My face heats up, and I can't stop smiling. Every time I get called "Sis" it's like all the stress and depression just melts away and doesn't come back for another day. That's when I realize that I can actually be loved in this cruel world.

[I had to make that last part rhyme- this IS a poem book, after all.]