What is family? Is it people you are related to by blood? Or is it people you make your life with?
Over this past weekend I’ve closely observed my mother’s relationship with her best friend. They’ve known each other for over ten years. They share all their secrets, dreams, aspirations with each other. If one is suffering, it seems like the other one is suffering too, and in turn, if one is rejoicing, the other is rejoicing as well. They aren’t just best friends, they are sisters too.
Besides watching my mother’s relationship, I also closely observed my dad’s side of the family this weekend. My dad was robbed this weekend. Although we don’t know for sure who did it, my money is on my uncle. The spoiled little brat who, although he’s reaching 40, he’s nothing more than an overgrown kid who thinks the world should bow down to him. He already disowned half of his family because they stopped catering to his wishes. He ruined my grandma’s credit and he all around screws up everything he touches.
This weekend, I thought a lot about family. How can sometimes friends come closer then relatives? I’m watching my uncle, secretly wishing that I wouldn’t be related to the piece of scum. I’m also watching my mom’s best friend secretly wishing she would be related to me.
So what do you guys think about family? Is blood thicker than water?