Well, that may be, but what I’d like to know is, who exactly is this they, and are they absolutely certain of this? Looking back at all that has transpired; could they have done what our family has done? Could they have tolerated the tremendous sacrifices? Could they have acted as quickly and bravely, and had the same outcome? Maybe…but, then again, no one can look back at a situation and say for a fact that had they done it differently, the result would've been better. Life has a way of leveling the playing field, no matter what the circumstances, and there’s no such thing as home field advantage when you’re competing with the variables of life; that’s what makes it so scary, so exciting, and so very precious. Especially, when it concerns those you love.
Family, by one definition, is a group with something in common. I fear that’s far too vague a description by our example. Family is born, of the heart, of the soul, and of the mind; it’s in the point and counterpoint of a pulse, the likeness and divergence of thought, and the passion and formality of a cause. Family is acceptance outside of understanding, with a tough and unconditional bond that spans beyond blood, beyond bone, and beyond life itself. By our definition, family is simple; you have only to look at us to see the true meaning of the word.That’s something that I think even they could benefit from, but couldn't possibly ever understand.
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