A family is a universe, and just as no universe is the same, no family is very alike. I am lucky enough to have a yin-yang sun that cancles it's self out perfectly. My mother is demanding, pushing, and angry, yet fiercely loyal and brave for all that she loves. But my father is more the calm and quiet type, he is a gentle giant; intimidating until you get to know him. Then he is like the song of a dove in the morning.
My brother and I are two diffrent planets, but we manage to live in the same space, among the same stars. We orbit our parents in a line so similar and close, it is almost like we are one. But no solar system can be perfect. And every once in a while one of us accidentaly wobbles too far out of our ring and clashes with the other, and we are thrown apart, but the families' gravity always pulls us back into line. And we maintain a nearly smooth course.
My family means the world to me.
No. More than that.
My family creates my universe, a calm place to rest in a swrling ocean of rip-tides and rogue waves. My home. My life. My soul. Me.
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