Family is NOT defined by blood, but by connection, and love! Translated…
Getting married, having children, to many women, this may be, a naturally transitioned into stage of life, but for me, there's not that swinging door that I can, push, through. Seven, eight years ago, I rode on the MRT by myself, recalled what my gynecologist declared to me, "no matter how hard you try, you will, NEVER get pregnant", in a daze, my helpless tears came flooding, out, that feeling of lost became light as smoke, and had surfaced from time to time in living my days.
My old acquaintance who'd battled cancer for a decade, before death, the various support she had, all her friends, we'd, all, gathered around her ward, said our goodbyes to her individually. And that sight, it'd, made me gained a new definition of, "family"; what related to us wasn't the blood connections, but the shared connectedness, the love, as we can't, control, fate.
Next to the sidewalks of my community in the autumn evenings, I'd heard a four, five year-old young boy, begging his adults to carry him, and suddenly, it'd, dawned on me, that I could, no longer, carry a child like that in my arms at my age right now; or maybe, life had, other, plans for me still.
Yes, I'd not, missed out on the trains of life here, it's just, that I'm on a, different, ride with, most women is all.
So, this is on infertility, and you'd been trying, but you just, couldn't, and so, you finally, let go, after seeing how the friends, the coworkers who'd cared about the friend that was, dying, all came to be with her, you'd realized, that what made the families, isn't the blood relations, but the care, the connections, and the, love you feel for those whom you'd, interacted with in your, life.
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