I have always been the black sheep of my family.I had nothing in common with them and they would not even try to show interest in my interests.In fact I was told,"Those books that you read-you're just walking around here with your nose in the air.You think you're so much better than us."

So I always felt so alone with my books,and my ballet,and my music.

My aunt,my mother's sister I had not seen since I ws very young.

But awhile ago we started talking and I found a kindred spirit in my love of literature and art.

She also really makes me laugh even on my most trying days.

She lives a province away,but I have grown quite close to her.

I respect her deepy for surviving all she has had to endure during her life.

So...I *do* have family.

And it is so nice.

So just wanted to share....