“Are you really my auntie?”

Some of us have families
Who are our people,
Bound by blood and name –
Many branches, one tree.
Some of us have people
Who are our families,
Chosen and cherished,
Many flowers, one garden.
You are my people.
And I love you dearly.
That is all that matters.

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