The month of June, I believe, is National Family Month. Hence this post.
I have heard people saying “you can’t choose your family, you are born into them.” I don’t really agree with this. Yes, the ones linked through blood – primary, secondary and tertiary – we can’t choose (but can ignore!). But there are those who, despite not being linked through blood or genes, become family in the journey called life.
Who is family after all? The ‘baggage’ that we lug around just because they are associated with us due to our birth? The ones who are oblivious of our existence till they hear that there’s some gossip surrounding us or there’s a party where they can get free booze or the ones who stand by us during our darkest hours even though they have the choice to go and have a good time with their lives? And at what point does someone who is not officially a family become one?
Here’s my take.