the glorious red.

And if all they choose to tell us are the subtle untruths and the jealous spites, then so be it. 

I never told you because I was ashamed, but they feel more like family than those other people ever will. 

I love you more than more. And I see the hits you take and keep your quiet about. 

I see you clench and grit and smile and roar and bite and snarl.

Sometimes pride is a glorious, roaring, cleansing thing. I see you and yours. 

I give you me and mine. 

Family is sometimes all we have when the world comes down around us. 

You would do well to remember that once in a while. You don't know what you're missing here.