Have you heard of intentional families?
These aren’t the families you were born into. They’re the families of your choosing.
Like me choosing you, Number 77.
And you choosing me back to be your bizaabgotojo.
My nonny used to tell me, “Pipsqueak, you may have been brought here by a dozen twists of fate, but even if fate hadn’t conspired so, your poppy and I would have had to choose you.”
I feel that way about you, Septemus Sevens.
You seem to be creating your own intentional family these days.
I heard you ask our young friend Lucas, “LucasyoumybizoopagotoOK?”
He looked at you like he couldn’t understand a word.
“He’s asking you to be his big brother, Lucas,” I explained.
“Oh! I’ve always wanted to be a big brother!” said Lucas. “Sure!”
“Oh, squeegee!” you replied.
You chose Miko for your bizaabgotojo since the moment you first met her. Nearly two years later, and she’s still telling you the plotlines of completely inappropriate otome, and you’re still eating it up.
Little bug, I’m telling you this as one orphan to another: Intentional families are where it’s at.
We are the folks who will be with you always and forever, no matter when you need us.
We’re here, and we chose you. You chose us back.
And it still doesn’t quite make that empty feeling inside go away, does it?
My little bug. I see you looking, searching, and longing. I know. I’ve got a corresponding empty spot inside of me. When your own bizaabgotojoto by birth are gone, that spot just sits there, and no amount of games, Kisuuu, faux BLT, waiting-dancing, flashcards, singing, and totally inappropriate otome can fill it up.
Don’t despair. We are resilient beings. Love is resilient, too.