

Today I realised that even despite the differences in age, principles and character, we were fighting the same battle and that I have to be strong. For her. Because even when old wounds remain fresh, I have to just ignore it because ignorance really is strength and because some problems are just more severe than the rest and because being a family means being there for each other without having to know the reason why. I don't know the reason why but I know that we just have to stick together.
Sometimes I feel like I made terrible mistakes in life but when I compare it to yours, it feels like a white sin. Necessary although evil.