They say you should never make anybody a priority, for whom you are only an option. But she was never sure if she was even an option. And, yet there were so many priorities. And she cried. And she didn’t understand. And she learned more patience than she ever thought she might know. And the tears were not so much those of sadness, but of frustration. She wondered if there was anything she might ever know, or do. Anything, that might help them see beyond the awkward shell. They used words, nice words… The ones that matter. But she often wondered if they really realized that those words truly described her. And if so why it did not seem to matter. And she wondered if anything would ever change that. And she loved them anyway. And she cried.