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My Mother Used to Tell Me…

Gabriel Sidwell
Gabriel Sidwell
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A Mental Narrative

I’m often told that blood is thicker than water. Your family is all you should care for, regardless of what is said or done.

Of course, you would see others follow this rule religiously, sacrificing their morals, and livelihoods, to protect the sibling in the wrong.

This is an ideology that should be rightly dead, though.

My mother used to tell me that family isn’t whom you share blood with, but rather… who you share life with.

Who dies with you. Who sees you suffer and thrive.

Who chooses to be by your side.

How can you call someone family if they can’t do these things for you, regardless of blood, even though you’d do anything for them?

My family consists of those who choose to be a part of it.

And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

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