Musings of a Prodigal Daughter

To my loving family,

Words fail me whenever I think about you.

I am undeserving of your loyalty, love, and affection. There hasn't been a time when I have not needed you. When pride was my fashion and I veered off, you took to your
knees and prayed for me. You lit a candle, during the wee hours of the morning and whispered a word of protection over me to the Divine. You sent out love, light, angels, and good thoughts.

When I hurt in silence, you felt it and moved heaven and earth to come find me.

I sat in the pits of the consequences of my youthful arrogance. Heartbroken. Embarrassed. Hopeless and ready to hand over my spirit. Little did I know that the bonds that connect us all were tugging violently. Thus, you saw me in your dreams, carried me in your hearts, and mentioned me in your prayers. My dearest family, your undying love saved me. Not a day goes by when I don't choke with tears imagining the tragic end that would have been my story had you not reached out. I am humbled forever and honored to have kindred spirits with such big hearts and sensitive souls pour out their lives because of me.

Now that we're here, I am totally devoted to you. I return home, not as royalty but as your servant. Though life and its vanities have lost all their hold on me, I will live for you. Hustle for you. Dream, because of you. Serve you without grumbling and most of all, cherish every single moment within these boundaries of space and time that I get to spend with you.

I am blessed to love you. Laugh with and at you. Get angry with and at you. Fight with and for you. Forgive and be forgiven by you. Simply put, I am the luckiest girl in the world to do life with people like you.

All my love,
Mbithe

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