Family

Family is truly a bitter sweet comfort. Blood is thicker than that watery substance called air, it's true, but you love 'em and you hate 'em and you want them to shut up and put up. Even though that would mean having to do the same yourself. Whatever. It ain't ever gonna happen, so you might as well deal with the judgments and mistakes that they inflict on you.

Here's the thing, though - they're always gonna accept you at the end of the day (even when they bitch and complain about it). No matter what, you're theirs and they're yours. It's what truly makes home the place to be. If home is where the heart is, I'll be damned, 'cause I have my doubts regarding the judgment of that particular organ. No, home is where ever your family, your kind, your bonreabhori, happens to be collecting. It's quite simple. Blood's thicker than that water substance, after all.

It's thicker 'cause blood is a permanent collection, forever in a human-shaped bottle. Why deny such a large part of what makes you who you are? Family, whether you're lovin' on 'em or hatin' 'em profoundly.... Well, that's where your blood, your heart, belongs.