When you first opened your eyes, all those years ago, what did you see?
Did you see the warm tears in your mother's eyes, or did you see the cold, pale, fluorescent lights of the local hospital?
Maybe, that day meant alot more to us than we might think. Maybe, on that day, families bonded, forming binds that can never be broken.
What makes a real family?
I can't say that a real family consists of family members who love each other so much, they can tell each other absolutely anything unabashedly. Because sometimes we have to keep our secrets to ourselves, maybe just for personal reasons. We deserve our own privacy, and it's up to us whether we want to share them or not. This is, in my opinion, a less deep, level of trust.
True familial trust can be based just on little, inconspicuous things like how your mother allows you to go out with your friends for a midnight movie because she trusts you, or how your dad lends you his keys for his brand new Mercedes Benz or how your brother willingly sacrifices his brand new Blackberry to you because he knows you need it more than he does. These things may not seem significant, but if you take note of them, they add up to a huge amount of firm trust, trust you know that you can't get from anyone else.
A real family is full of trust and understanding and initiative and warmth. Trust of each other's responsibilties, understanding of each others' flaws and slowly trying to correct them and the initiative to get to know each other, regardless of a busy schedule. Warmth isn't easy to gain, and it's only with trust, that comes the warmth to be around the people you love.
They say blood is thicker than water, and I couldn't agree more.