A Story Of Security

Tell me a story Mel. Anything.

I woke up this morning and pulled myself off the mattress on the floor and onto the sofa nearby. I just looked around my uncle's living room. I looked at the mattresses that were lined from one end to the other and at my five cousins and sister who lay next to each other on them.

And I remember feeling so secure. Because it felt like two years ago, or five years ago, or ten! I have felt this every time we have been together. I didn't know if I was eight or if I was twenty. It was the exact same feeling! And that made it all the more special.

If it can be like this after so much change - people have gone to university and come back, moved homes, grown up - then nothing can harm me. And there is no greater security than this.
The underlining cause is our fear of change. We are all so terrified. But moments like this give us the strength to carry on.

In this crazy world, sometimes all you need to do is sit with the people who will love you forever.

I sit there on that sofa. I wrap my blanket around me feeling warm and comfy. A sleepy smile. It feels so good to be home.