The End Or The beginning of another

Love; it is a beautiful thing. Be it familial, platonic, or romantic. Love is all around us; we can't run away from it. It had been a long run for my mother, Uncle Tristan, and I. But we still stood strong through it, allowing love to lead the way all through. That's how it was supposed to be; no matter the case or whatever that happened. Everyone had some ups and downs sometimes, what really made you a strong person was the ability to pull through it, and if you're with someone else, be it just one, or multiple people, to pull them through it too. It wasn't determined on the amount of power you had, or how much money you had in your bank account like my late biological father, Uncle Scott had always believed; financial power had nothing on mental power, and unfortunately, he understood that late, which brought about his ultimate downfall.

By mental power, I do not mean the ability to manipulate, manipulation will genuinely take you absolutely nowhere. Unfortunately, my late step mot