When I was very little my mother told me, that before I was born God showed me all the families in the world and that out of all of them; I chose this one.
Even though I knew that this was not quite the way things worked; I understood what my mother ment by saying this to me. This was her way of explaining to me that no matter where I go In this world, that I would not find people who loved me more than my family.
My father on the other hand would say 'You can choose your friends but your family is your family and you have to learn how to live and love one-another like it or not.' And this was his way of telling me that no matter how frustrating family members can be, how angry we may get with one-another or how much we wished we had a choice in the matter; that family was here to stay and that they were not going anywhere.