Family is something coveted all over the world, and I’m beyond grateful for mine. Throughout the entire book, the boys are separated from and reunited with each other and their family’s several times over. Every time they happened to wonder into each other, it was a pleasant turn in the books overall mood considering its just one tragedy after another. The way they received comfort just by being around each other is a feeling I consider golden and irreplaceable.
There have been times where I haven’t seen my family for months at a time, and even if we lost contact on bad terms, the reunion was always refreshing. The family member I yearn to see the most is my mother. I actually feel relief when we talk to each other being as she is me, well in woman form haha. She has nothing but wise words; sugar coats nothing and has a healing hug! I can remember my teenage angst years when I was feeling like no one could or wanted to understand me, a simple hug from my mom would snap me out of such dazes, freeing me from what she calls “heart weights”. In my book the boys haven’t seen their mothers in years. I can’t even imagine how boys so young can function without a mother’s guidance or touch without self-destructing. Such strong bonds should be cherished, maintained and appreciated.
Although I don’t feel the same connection with the rest of my family like the one shared between my mother and I, the bonds are strong none the less. We would do anything to protect and provide for one another, creating a sense of unity, further strengthening our bonds. Although the Dinka boys no longer have their families, they will one day have families of their own and raise them to cherish such bonds just as they did.
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