I was sitting with two of my sisters the other day, frustrated from writer's block. I was complaining about how I didn't know what to write about this week. Jokingly, my sister Stephanie told me I should write a whole blog dedicated to her. I swear she's not as conceited as I just made her sound, and the three of us laughed. My other sister, Fawna, told me that if Steph got one, then she better get one as well. Now of course I'm sitting here and penning two biographies about my older sisters, but my blog is about them, in a way.
text-autospace:none">My point is, blood doesn't always make a family. I love my biological family just as much as the next person, but my sisters are my sisters, and my brothers are my brothers, regardless of our parentage. When it comes down to it, blood doesn't always mean you have to love, nor does it have any binding on who I consider my family. Family are those whom you love and trust. The people who are there for you in thick and thin, and who have your back in the worst situations. That's a real family. Who would be there if you died? If you were in a car accident, who would come to the hospital? Keep those people close to you, and you'll understand what I mean about family.