Can We Be A Family Novels & Stories

"But I want us to be a family again, Mommy." "We may not fit the mold of a traditional family, sweetheart, but we are still a family," I told her. The child thought about this for a moment. “So even if you don’t live in the same house, you can still be a family if you care about each other and support one another?” I nodded. “Well then since you two still care about each other, there might be a chance that my Daddy and Mommy will reconcile in the future. I'll pray for it every night to happen,” Cleo said with hopeful eyes.

Created a family that shouldn't exist but does. And now we get to live it. Raise our daughter. Build our future. Together. All of us. Forever. Unbreakable. Exactly as it was always meant to be.

Eleanor hoped that whatever took her daughter would kill her, because if she came back, she knew she wouldn't be the same, and she didn't want Michelle to live knowing that they hadn't gone out to look for her and that her brother had locked the door without knowing she was still outside. After that, Richard and her went back down, he offered to walk Anbur and she stayed inside with Peter, watching Spongebob on their TV. Even with what was going on, life continued, the line, water,electricity… She didn't Know how it was possible, but it was, and they didn't have to pay nearly as much as they had to before everything started. They didn't have the best economy, so it was a relief that it brou

We had come so far, and in that moment, I knew we had everything we could ever need. And maybe, just maybe, Calvin had a point. We might not be done just yet. We could definitely make the family bigger but probably in a few years. We already have our hands full with these two.

"He will never hurt you. Mommy is here to protect you. You have your aunts and uncle to protect you. Always. Okay?" "And Don?" I shiver at his name coming from my son's mouth. "Don is as big as a gorilla but soft like a puppy. He can protect us." "We shouldn't involve someone who isn't our family." "But Tita Thea and Tita Effie are dating his brothers. So that counts as family." "Yes, but they are not blood." "So, having a family doesn't have to be blood. Families are created with or without blood." I eye him in amusement. I know my son is bright, but I never hear such wise words from him. "Where did you hear this from?"

We are a family, A team, A united front and that's how we will make our love last and our relationships to survive. Kol, Kat and I.

I took the phone from Hector's hand. The screen displayed a brand-new post from Mom. The accompanying photo featured the living room of our family home, with a few dishes laid out on the coffee table. The gathering was small—just Mom, Dad, Cody, and his family. The caption read, "Family dinner. The family is whole and complete. Life moves on, no matter who decides to skip out." Beneath the post, a dozen comments from relatives and neighbors had already piled up, offering validation and comfort.

"I mean us. The decision that we are family. Not by blood, by law, by any authority except our own." He reached out, found Arthie's hand on his chest, covered it with his own, then extended to find Cyrus's where it rested on his hip, the three-way contact that was becoming their language for truth, the configuration that was incomplete without all points connected. "The family that we build," he said, the architecture that was not inherited but constructed, not discovered but designed. "Maintain. Continue. The annual renewal that is celebration, not evaluation. The continued consent that is always present, always chosen. The right to exit, theoretically —" He acknowledged this, the honesty t

"I think we need it, Alessia. All of us. We need to remember what it feels like to be a family that does fun things instead of a family that only comes together during crises." He's right, and I know he's right, but the practical part of my brain is already worrying about taking time off work and the boys missing school and a dozen other logistical concerns. "Let me look at the budget this week and see what we can afford. Maybe during spring break? That's only a few weeks away."

"How so?" "Well, there's you and Dad, but you're not my real dad," he said to Thomas. "And there's my real dad, but he's in prison. And the baby is coming, who will be my real brother or sister but not really because we have different dads and moms." Thomas sat down on the floor so he was at Sam's eye level. "Sam, do you know what makes a family?" "What?" "Not blood or biology or any of that stuff. It's choosing to love each other every day, even when it's hard."