Sometimes we write off those who have invested most in us. Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, spouses, teachers. Anyone who doesn’t reflect on us the way we wish they would. Anyone who is broken for reasons we know nothing of. We write them out of our beautiful, cool, artistic picture. And that’s our prerogative. We get to decide who fits within the lines. Until we don’t. Eventually, the picture expands and we discover ourselves on the outside looking in. Because there’s only so much room for everyone in any given picture.