Family Isn't Always Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

When Aunt Eleanor and Jimena found out about my decision to go back to the Capital to pursue my career, they obviously got sad but chose to support and respect my decision. It's sad to leave because they have become a family to me. In fact, they almost treat me more like a real family than my own. They accepted me during a time when I was really down and had nowhere to go. They are indeed my family. When everything goes wrong, people who stand by you without flinching are considered your family, by blood or not. For me, a family is what you make, not by the number of heads counted at a dinner table. It is by the memories you share, the commitment of time, caring, and love you show to one ano

Love, even. I have parts of family left, even if it mainly is a bit fucked up, nobodys life is 100% normal, perfect or without some bits that are fucked. And truth be told, my family is more than just a bit fucked up. It is indeed screwed up so bad that I would rather live with goats and sheep, but I guess this is just the way its meant to be, otherwise why are we on earth? Is it some type of punishment that we have to deal with? Live with? Live through? I really hope not. This time has to be different. It will be different

As far as family goes, they’re all I have… and Tyler doesn’t know anyone else. The thought hits me out of nowhere. They’re my family—but is Tyler part of it now, just because we’re married? Even though the marriage wasn’t planned and I’m only staying here for three months? What do I even call him that doesn't sound strange? He’s my husband… but is he a part of my family? This wasn’t supposed to be so complicated. When I reach my room, I unlock my phone. Several missed calls from my uncle and aunt. Two messages from Max. One from Vanessa. A few emails—definitely work-related—so I ignore them.

Love and loyalty, not blood alone, defines family. And yet...a shadow of unease lingers, like a forest before a storm.

She just wanted the kids to feel they could talk to her openly. “We’re having a family day soon. I don’t have anyone to bring.” “Your dad and I will be there.” “But you’ll go with Lottie and Earl. I’m in sixth grade now.” She gently stroked his hair. “We’ll figure something out. We’re your family now.” “Even if we’re not blood-related?” “Yes!” Lottie chimed in, always eager to join the conversation. “Momma says family isn’t about blood, it’s about the heart! But my twin baby princess will come from Mommy’s tummy.”

“Yes. She’s his daughter after all.” Rio nodded. “Never change.” Eiji nodded again, rubbing his wife’s upper arm softly. “Nothing can change that. And… She’s in a better place now. She and her beloved husband. And father-in-law.” Rio smiled and nodded, leaning to her husband. “They are. And how I missed them so.” Family could never be broken. Even though one of us leave, that person will always be family. Especially if we are connected by blood. No matter how much one denies it and no matter how much one wants to reject, the blood is still one. It connects us all.

" No need to thank me and that's what family is for. Family isn't always about sharing the same blood or being from the same family. Family means accepting someone whole heartily without expecting anything in return... . . . To be continued... . Don't forget to leave your precious views on the story on the main page of the book in the reviews section and do let me know your thoughts on the chapter in the comments section...... . With Much Love... Elvira 🤍

Quinn was astounded. Liesel bowed her head while stirring her coffee. The cold air in the room made Quinn's legs feel a little chilly. Noticing this, Liesel got up to adjust the thermostat. She leaned against the conference table and said, "Blood relation is not everything. As long as the love is genuine, you can be family even if you don't share any blood. "However, without love, even if you're connected by blood, you'll end up completely engulfed with nothing left behind."

Marco says, we all know it, that’s why she’s so good at her job. “Find out more about the pure bloods for me” I say before leaving, Marco's face turned into confusion, I too didn’t have any idea about who those were, but he could find anything for me. “I’ll see, where you going?” he asks me. “Out” was my only reply before leaving the house, the one we all share, most of the family lives together, we always did, every one of us has his own story, and every one of us needs the help of the family to stand back up, we are a family, not by blood but by choice.

"He's... he's family." Family, in the truest sense that transcended blood relationships and found its foundation in choice rather than obligation. Connection that had been forged through shared experience rather than inherited duty. Belonging that had emerged from mutual affection rather than social convention. Love that had proven strong enough to risk life protecting, regardless of probable outcomes. But family could be lost. Family could be destroyed by forces that recognized no obligation to preserve what mattered to others. Family could be eliminated by enemies who understood exactly what such elimination would cost their opponents.