@ my skanda vale fam
you lot are the brothers and sisters i never had.
like guys, between the lot of you, you’ve taught me how to throw a mean kidney punch, told me how to get away with coming home drunk, lent me your jackets when i was cold, helped me with school and uni stuff, eaten my leftovers, carried heavy stuff around for me, and i don’t even remember how many brutal snowball fights there have been over the years.
and girls, the number of nights we’ve stayed up till the small hours eating chocolate digestives and talking about literally anything and everything qualifies us for sister-status. but as well as that, taking the piss out of the guys, getting dressed up together for special occasions, having an emergency group hairdryer, the spontaneous hugs, and for my lil sis especially, looking after all the cuddly toys, playing guess the animal games and drawing cute pictures in crayon.
all that, on top of the constant joking around and ruthless teasing made me realise that i’m not really an only child - i’m right in the middle of this massive group of people i have no name for, other than to call you my brothers and sisters.
and i love you guys so much, thank you for being my family.
