My life has to be read by me in a different way than other people, so that I can survive...I try to think of it like in the great stories. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, and sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow..... Because even darkness must pass.... A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you when you where a child, and when you knew family valor. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. People in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't.Lots of chances to quit and lay down arms and shields..but they kept going, marching, fighting every day, healing every wound. Because they were holding on to something. And I?! I hold on to my values, family, honor and true love... So i'll let my parent's value linger to my descendents... and I'll survive wearing each and every day until my last breath my family banner...my fathers strength, my mothers love, my brothers union, my childrens blood will make my heart beat and my legs move each morning, and will take me in to bed each night...
My family my blood my life, for you now and ever my sword
Bruno
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