Truth be told, no family is perfect. Every member has their own eccentricities and because the others have to live with those for a very large part of their lives, it drives them crazy like no other. There is always so much to complain about. There are always those loud wishes of what they want the others to be like. There is always that lack of appreciation issue. There is always something or the other.
Yet, in spite of all this, a family sticks together. For no matter how crazy they might be as individuals, they are also crazily in love with one another. That is why they are one unit.
We might call them names. We might not call them at all for days together. But we know who will catch us when we fall.
For it all boils down to one thing. We might not like each other a lot. But we love each other. To family!
A Struggling Author 