A story without you is life beyond an expectation worth nothing to expect from.
A collective study turned you into a daughter, a sister, a mother figure and a wife that can never be contained by anybody.
Your mother’s eyes sparked of your innocence,
Voiced your histories of love and hard work worthy of a mountain full of praise.
She said, “ I love you ma”.
While Appa looked right at the sun,
And shouted with all the pride this era could withstand, “She is my daughter”.
His strength in his voice came from your growing spirituality, grace, enthusiasm, selflessness that you carve each day.
But then I just stood there, a sister, watching mum and dad take away all those words,
I looked at Rachel and we saw in each other’s eyes,
A stream that flowed for the special mother figure we got.
Nor one were we entitled to, but two.
Aren’t we the most fortunate ?
“Yes, we are”.
Thank you, Carol.
To wrap it up, a gift from the man who competed with dad for you,
His smile housed all of you,
Thank you for being the reason to his happiness,
He loves you, and will love you till and beyond every star this universe could possible imagine to have.
Thank you Caroline, for giving best a definition.
We are family