Grateful

This weekend I went home. At one am last night my mom came into my sister's room and asked if we would like to eat hamburgers. As we were eating, my mom picked up her guitar and sang. And I thought about my brother's college essay and what he had written..."My family is a vine, and I am a tendril entertwined. As I prepare to branch off on my own, I realize more than ever that is is always the support behind me. The first day of my schooling career, I decided to shake my kindergarten teacher's hand. I beamed with pride even though I had others tying my shoes; I was radiant, but then again, I had flowers blooming behind me..."