In short, for me family means love. Unconditional. Without tags, color, sex, blood.
Family is a very complicated issue. Should not. In reality it should be very easy to define a family as a nucleus of people who love, support and create problems for each other …
However, this is not always the case, there are those who are tied to tradition and those who have caught up with the concept of “extended family”, those who have had to deal with it and those who pretend that nothing has changed.
For me, the family is not made up of blood or tradition. It is made by the people who have raised me in my life. With severity and affection.
It is made by my mother who prepares the broth for me if I’m sick even if I’m more than an adult. From dad who makes me fill up the car to make me feel safe. From my brother who shares with me this…
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I often had to wait for my brother to return, hence to avoid eating the plate and the tablecloth, I used t turn on the TV hoping there was something decent that could distracted me. Of course, lunchtime was my mother’s turn to choose what to watch, but from time to time she let us select the series provided it was something she liked too. That’s how I started watching