Family.
The people I consider family are the ones who are always there for me and love me. Family isn’t necessarily the people who concieve you, they are the ones who prove that they will always be there for you and they will always try to understand. Even when they don’t. Being a family isn’t a part-time job, it’s full time and if they can’t handle it they can’t be your family. Tonight my father proved that he only wants to be a father when he has extra time after taking care of his other kids. This doesn’t work for me. I want a dad, someone who is there for me and can talk to me, he was a father, only there when it was convienent for him. I don’t want a part time dad, if he’s not going to be there all the time then I shouldn’t have to put myself through all the pain it brings. I can only cry so much and with all the tears he caused me I can’t cry anymore. So from now on my family is anyone who wants to be there and be a part of my life. My friends are my family, my mom, my step sisters, my brother, my grandparents, my cousins, my nephews, my step-brother, they are my family and I’m proud to say I love them everyday. Not just when I feel like it. Yeah we don’t always get along but in the end I would do anything for them. :D
