Hope.

In a very special blessing I received years ago, it mentioned a lot about Hope.  When I was 19 years old, I didn't really know how important "hope" could be to someone.  I just thought it was a good virtue to have.  In the last few years, I've come to understand what a blessing it can be.  Tonight, I feel like I'm holding on to the last remnants of hope....

Someday.... 

I hope my parents can love me half as much as they cherish my brothers.  

I hope they see me as Mama McK & all the other Moms who've "adopted" me, see me. 

I hope to forget all the hurtful things my Dad has said to me.  

I hope to move away from my parents and not feel any guilt for ditching them, like my brothers have.  

I hope to forgive and understand why my parents can't see the good in me.  

I hope to find someone special to love, again.

I hope to cherish and appreciate him and never take him for granted.

I hope to experience pregnancy and Motherhood.

I hope to have a family and home that's all my own, where love and respect abide. 

Someday....but for now, there's hope.
I NEED to have hope. 
Without it, there's no reason to smile and look for the good.
I don't want to be bitter and resentful, and the only way around that is...
HOPE.