The Family Tree with an aching wound of loss, scars of absence, giggles of growing up, sighs of barely making it through, yet the blooming heart spilling the color of life.

The Family Tree with Amjad as a beautiful father holding the fragile knots of his children, Saahil and little Zahra. Beautiful Amjad, beautiful. Being a mother too for his children, being Neelam to their dark days. 

The Family Tree of a British Pakistan Family. The Family Tree with roots springing in a different soil yet dissolving  the differences in the essence of love.

The Family Tree with its own share of grieving, of hoping, of smiling, of sobbing, of learning, of growing, of feeling for one another as deeply as the soul allows humans to.

The Family Tree with its own color of memories. Each memory painting a timeless frame of The Family Tree. Each branch finding its way to cling to The Family Tree. Each root strengthening, each fruit yearning to love and hold The Family Tree.

The Family Tree of understanding, of providing, of being the presence humans need. The Family Tree with children diving deep in the emotion of The Family Tree. 

So glad to pick this up! So glad to be a part of The Family Tree!
And, yes, this is just half of what I want to say.