Tears meant replacement. It was the flush of pain, weakness, and hurt with the presence of power. It was the process of washing away the difficult moments so that you could take in the better frames. As a family, we were all we needed. Just us. Money was ok, but family was better. Family is how you fought addiction, anger, and flaws. Family is how you were able to survive in such a cold-hearted world. Family is what pulled you through situations that a stranger would bury you in.
