When I mention my family, I refer to my mom, step dad and brother. I call my step dad my dad. My biological father and I have only spoken a few times in the past 10 years.

Growing up I lived with my biological father or grandparents or others. My mom left me when I was 3—I have no memories of her as a child. I bounced around a lot and, at times, did not have a home. My life was full of pain, fear and a complete lack of love. I suffered severe abuse and neglect.

I met my parents when I was a teen. My parents took me in and did their best to provide me with a good home and love. It was not until I was in my mid 20s that I really started forming a relationship with my parents.

Now, my mom, dad, brother and I are all best friends. We love one another and share our lives with one another. We always hug and tell each other how much we care about them and love them.

I feel so very fortunate to have my little family because I know what it is like to have none. I felt the need to share this with you all. At the moment, I am living in a separate state from my family and I really miss them. My heart hurts…I long to be with them.