I love my family. I love the roots where I came from. There is no denial that misunderstandings sometimes arise within, but what important is the love. Knowing that you are family and has the same blood running in your life is already worth to think about. Family feud is always present in most families.. and reminding myself that people are not perfect and sometimes they forget what they are supposed to do. No matter how you hated them for wrongdoing, you always have this longing for them.

I felt that hate should not be part of my life or my heart because I was blessed enough to hold on bad feelings. Yikes, I got teary eyes while writing this. *sigh*

I forgot that I need to look at kitchen sinks that are on sale for my hubby.