I know I never really show my true side when it comes to my family. The real deal is that no matter how I always distant myself from them, no matter how much they all make me the black sheep that I always am, and no matter how much I could never seem to please their very simple likings, I still love them.

I've always seen my family as a reflection of the Corleone family, you know the bad-ass family from The Godfather. We are not some sort of a mafia clan, but what we have in common with them is that we are tough. When one gets hurt, every one feels pain. When one rejoices over particular instances, every one suddenly has this beam of exuberance. Truth of the matter is each of us are very different up to the tiniest bit, but we all fit just as harmoniously together.

Why am I saying this? Well I do not want to disclose the full detail as it is deemed to be private. Let me just say that my family is undergoing some drastic change that deep down to the core, I know we cannot accept. It's been a long journey and we are heading towards something half unexpected, something more on the unpleasant rather than the worst.

We cannot blame nobody in here. If that decision may be final, then no regrets. We are lucky to have come this far and I know that something better is always waiting, we just have to wait and work hard for it.

As complicated and awkward I am in admitting this, my family is the one I would unconsciously run to at the end of every day, being the ones whom I know I would most certainly feel safe, sometimes happy, sometimes annoyed, gratified, contented, blessed, and most importantly, accepted with.

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