The table was full of laughter and easy conversation. I couldn’t help but feel lighter sitting here, even though this moment and these relationships came from the most messed-up situation ever. It still felt good, though. I felt like I was surrounded by family, and it was then that I realized that feeling at home had nothing to do with where you grew up, how you grew up, or who raised you, and it had everything to do with where you felt the safest and the most loved.
