I'm so hurt, but I will thrive
He died when I was three
That's not normal
Imagine being a kid
and seeing your dad rush out of your brother's bedroom
cradling him in his arms
calling 911 manically
and you just stand there in the living room
puzzled because you think he's calling his mom for advice
The paramedics come in with a gurney
and there's a helicopter outside your house
and you and your brothers stand in your room,
not knowing what's going on
Then your mom comes home
and everything is a blur from there
You don't know what death is
but your brother is gone
and the crematorium has a reception desk
with a tinted blue window between the receptionist and you
She offers you lime green Jell-O
and you accept it
You'll never forget its taste
Apparently you went to his funeral
but you don't remember this when you grow up
You were just three
Everything in the family turns upside down as a result
You don't remember this
but your mom is mad at your dad for not checking on him earlier
Your mom quits working
and everyone closes them off from the world
There is only one feeling: grief
You don't learn how to hold a pencil correctly
because your mom was too sad
She forgot to teach you
You learn later on that she is sorry for not doing enough when you were younger
but you tell her she did the best she could
You can't imagine what it is like to lose a child
Your parents try their best to rebuild the family
There is no right way to do this
But you learn early on that your relatives suck
They tell your parents that he's in a better place,
as if that's supposed to be comforting
Your uncle asks your dad to fix his computer for free after your brother's death
Can you believe how this guy only thought about himself?
Eventually your parents bring another child into this world
and he is the light of everyone's lives
Your biggest joy is being his older sister
But your mom's still not working
and then your parents lose all their money
but they don't scare you and your brothers with that news
Your dad just goes out for interviews
and finds a second job
He works himself to exhaustion
It's been eleven years
and your dad's body is giving out
Your mom's body is giving out too
You feel the weight of the world on your shoulders
as you are a full-time student
a part-time employee
a friend
a daughter
an officer
a harassment survivor
You cry so much when you're alone
Your parents criticize you
but you're just doing the best you can
You work all the time
and your body is giving out
Do you even do anything for yourself
or is it all for the sake of the family?
You harbor all this hurt
and you realize Rupi Kaur is right
You can take all this bitterness
and turn it into Milk and Honey
Look at you go be a leader
Look at you make money
Look at you ace that quiz
Look at you speak different languages
Look at you type properly
Look at you care for others
Just step back and look at all you've done and all you are
You love your friends
and they love you so much
You love your coworkers
and they care about you so, so much
You love your officers
and they listen to you when you're stressed
You have so much going for you
and life is tough
but it will always be this way
This is something you were born into
But you smile and laugh
because people remind you that life isn't meant to be a constant state of turmoil
You are so deserving of love
You are so deserving of respect
You are so deserving of happiness
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