I miss Seth and watching his life unfold. I miss my custom-made family. I miss their voices and their sadness and their joy and the smacking sounds they made when they ate and their too-loud breathing during movies and that they sometimes said the wrong things. I miss saying the wrong things and oh well. I miss their arms around me even when they weren’t. I miss safe places and belonging. Knowing that I belong. Waking up at 3am and thinking thinking thinking is hereby forbidden.