The little girl in the story was meant to lose her idea of family again and again throughout her life. She was meant to dismantle the concept she got from others and society of what a family looks like, behaves and shows up like. Her idea that when she is part of a family, she is part of a bigger community that takes care of their members when they are not alright and might need a push even when they don’t know that; her idea that there is this cosy safe and warm feeling inside that “it” gives her just because her story says “you did it. You are part of this family”; her idea that family “should” be there always and not just disappear from one day to another like her mom did. Yes. She was meant to “be a part of” and “lose” families throughout her life so she could heal that primal wound. With each relationship she got into, she gave herself the drug of the “family” that came with and with each dismantling of those relationships, she went into “withdrawal”. Little by little she knew the drill, she “got used to it” yet that first wound is still bleeding all over the present moment. She can see it as an adult as part of her story, pattern that keeps coming up just not healed yet. And it’s all in her head, made up story that comes along with feelings. It’s not real. It will not be real until that first wound gets healed, then whatever the image of family comes along as, she will know it’s not a thing to be gained and then lost, it’s just unconditional love for the other and oneself.