What family?!

Family




What determines who your family is? Is it really all about blood, genes and DNA?

My parents came to the United States a long time ago from Mexico. They were the first and only people in both of their families to migrate here. Outside of my small three people family; there is nothing, no one else. Growing up it never really bothered me that there was no cousin or aunt or even grandmother around. But as I have grown older, a hollow spot for family memories has developed in my heart. I long for Christmas Eve with my big family. Not just for the holidays but just hanging out with someone that carries my name.

Today I do have a new family; my friends. I spend the same amount of time with my best friends as people do with everyday family members. These friends have been here for me through thick and thin. I have tried to visit real family members but the wait and money is too much and too long for me. I call my friends family because they are there for you no matter what. There is no higher name that I can give anyone else other than my sister and that is one of my best friends. I know in the future it is up to me to make a new family for myself and I hope that my children do not have to wonder where their family members are. Growing up on the opposite side of the border than your family is not right, you can visit all you want and for as long as you want but it is not the same as living a couple of doors down. I love both my parents but if they made any mistake was me being on this side. I love all my family but never get to see them much and that will probably never change. And that is why I have my friend family.