I don’t care whose DNA we share‚ people who stood by me without flinching while I walked through hell are my real family.
Family isn’t just determined by blood; it is equally determined by loyalty and understanding.
When I was still blind; my siblings looted me‚ they didn’t want to have anything to do with me because I was blind.
They made home hell for me when our parents weren’t around; they made me do the chores even in my state; they hated me for no reason and I often wondered how it was my fault that I was blind.
When I started schooling in the same school as them; they joined the students to make a mockery of me; everyone called me the blind bat who shouldn’t be in school.
During one of the days they always bullied me with their words; two saviors came to my aid. They shunned them and ever since then I had peace in school‚ but they never stopped maltreating me at home.
My saviors became my eyes and they became the sisters and friends I never had. They helped me out with school work and during the moments I went to their house; their father who is an optician told me I would be able to see again.
I didn’t have to pay for the medical bills‚ and in a space of a few weeks, I was able to see for the first time in my life.
My friends are my family because they treated me better at my vulnerable state; they never saw me as a liability‚ but as a human being too.