My family loves me, though they never say it.
Actions show so plainly that my family loves me.
They’ve given and sacrificed, showed in ways I was too blind to see.
Blindness gave way to jealousy.
My family loves me in all the ways that count, even though they’ll never understand me, inside or out.
What’s really amazing is that I can finally see, that I love them and they love me.
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Memoirs of an Indigo 
You are LOVE, Dear One! Isn’t it amazing that we are unable to see at times and when the breakthrough happens it literally takes your breath away!
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I actually owe a lot of this particular breakthrough to you Tazz. You were the one who showed me how my Mom was loving me by protecting me from negativity. Thank you so much!
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