They were all in a room,
A group of people from different generations,
Laughing, smiling and loving.
On the outside looking in, no one was able to tell if the people in the room were related or not.
It was blurred lines in their hearts of friendships feeling like a family.
It was relationships no one wanted to clarify, it was beautiful as is.
That is how I was taught to see the people in the room that I am with. It was something my mother taught me from a very young age. May you have the same blessings.