Growing up, I’ve learned that there’s an unspoken rule in our family: no matter how big the conflict is, our unconditional love for each other always prevails. It’s impossible to have a fight that no one wants to reconcile. When there’s tension, at least one of us will always take the middle ground and try to bring everyone together. The role is never fixed or defined, but we all implicitly understand when we need to step up for it.
Like my brother once wrote when he was 16: “No relationship is perfect. Same as family. We argue. We fight. We even stop talking to each other at times, but in the end, family is different, because family is family. They always stay beside us even when we fight against the world… Family created us.”
Perhaps I haven’t had this much time with my family in at least over the last ten years… and as much as I casually complain that I need more solitude time to balance it out, it’s never felt like we have enough time together. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy my independence and building a life of my own, but to me, family always comes first. I think the hardest thing when you choose to live in a faraway place isn’t loneliness, but the inability to be physically present for your loved ones at any moment, especially when it’s on the other side of the globe…
…Yet, despite the physical distance, knowing that we always have each other is what makes us feel invincible ❤️
