People will always be different from each other. You may say that there are people who seem so alike but, even then, there are certain things in those people that are radically different from one another. Family is no exception. I have a dad who is savvy with business, a mom who is a writer, a brother with genius-like memory skills, and a little "sister" who is just miss always adorable.
If I get to the personality part, you'll see that sometimes you'll wake up in the morning realizing that the hardest people to live with could be your own family! Yet, here I am loving them. Despite our differences, we somehow complement each other. Some of us are more logical than the other which counteracts the emotional members of the family. Or one member being bolder while the other more cautious prevents either a sorry retreat or a hasty plunge into risk.
Of course, people tend to think more about the differences than the similarities. I find it funny how we all oogle the littlest bubu or how we all seem to sing songs by the Beatles in the car. We all love good food. We love being around each other (for the most part). *Sigh* Guess I'm lucky. We all are in this little family. Maybe tomorrow, I might piss off someone at home or maybe I may get a big hug from mom (hint hint). Doesn't matter what happens. My family is my family. For the good times and the bad, I can't be happier than being part of it.
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