Blood as in family. As in DNA.
From the minute I met him, I fell in love with my little brother B. Who is now my brother B who is going to college next year. Who is taller and bigger than me. Mr. RK calls me B's "little sister."
I don't have children, other than furry ones with tails, but I am told the fierce and protective bond I have for him is like that. Momma Bear. Don't mess with my brother. If you ruin his day, you ruin mine, and God fucking help you.
Blood, frankly, means nothing to me. Family are the people you love, who love you, who you surround yourself with my choice. DNA is a matter of coincidence.
And next week, B is going to have a very special kind of celebration (psst, I'll let you know when it's done) that proves exactly my point.
Blood isn't what matters. Blood, frankly, would have let me down a long time ago.
Family is different.
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I love the cool relationship you have with your "big" brother and I'm all for blood when it comes to family but I've had deep love and feelings for others that are not in the family and there's a lot to be said about that. Great writing on that one word word prompt, btw. I think I would've written about something gruesome, like the time I was bleeding from head to toe after being attacked by a German Shepherd. That's what I think of when I hear or see the word, blood.
We all know how you love your precious brother and no doubt he feels the same about you. I am sure you were a godsend into his life.
Good thoughts about "family." I agree, though often blood and caring and loving do go together.
I agree with your thoughts about blood and family. Sometimes water IS thicker than blood and quite rightly so.
I love this post. Amen.
"DNA is a matter of coincidence." I think that sums it up perfectly, and that's awesome that you get along so well, DNA be damned.
I don't have any siblings, and my co-author has a sister who's... um, let's say is a toxic kind of person, who he's cut completely out of his life. But I'd consider the two of us as family. Brothers, even. A lifetime of working together and being there for each other when it counts trumps a little thing like blood any day.
Blood, schmud. Caring is most definitely what matters.
I am looking forward to hearing about B's big celebration.
As an aside, I am the youngest in our family (of the bloody kind) and the tallest. So they are my little big brothers...
My mom remarried when I was 6. My (step) dad is my dad. 100% my dad. And my (step) sister will never be anything less than my sister.
I feel like many of my dear dear friends were and are 'family'---more in some ways than certain members of my so called Blood Family.
I LOVE that you and your brother are so very close and that you have such a fierce and protective love for him....! I look forward to hearing about the special happening that is coming his way.....!
That's so lovely that you are close like that. There's nothing like a sibling, but I know what you mean about blood not making the difference about how much you love someone.
I doubt Baby Bro will ever feel it's to uncool to want to include you in his life, RK...not even for the shortest of times. :)
He's lucky he has such a great little sis as you...and I bet he's fully aware of it.
Beautiful post. I'm sure he'll never think of you as uncool.
You uncool? Perish the thought. You are, without a shadow of a doubt (as opposed to the band No Doubt), the kitty koolest person I knows.
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sounds suspiciously as if he is going to have a circumcision party. I hope that is not the case. It would hurt him plenty at this age!! But, I get what you say about family meaning more. I totally get it, no blood necessary.
Now all of a sudden I no longer love my family. Just because they're blood doesn't mean I have to love them, right? Family killer! lol
As someone who is adopted with adopted daughters I know that blood ties mean nothing. I have no blood ties at all, but that really doesn't bother me one bit.
I bet your brother will always want to hang out with you. :)
First time visit - hopped here from Blue Grumpster's home. I'll be back -I like the way you write.
I have a younger brother and the same is true, only I'm older. I know you got that. We have so much in common. He's the only blood I have that's a friend. But that's enough - the rest can eat a peach! Also waiting to hear about your celebration.
Meow!
Momma Bear... did you just say, "God fucking help you"? I raise you an amen. Now, let's have some milk.
How's the mental bleach working for you?
I agree, blood has nothing to do with it.
Oh and I have a fierce and protective bond for my purring friends Mongo and his sister Pebbles too. You can't pick your relatives... ain't that the truth.
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