Family means different things to different people. No one family is the same as another. No one person can approach the subject the same as another.

It remains the same for nearly every person, however in once sense: a family is tied together through blood, through a deep family bond, through their genes. This is true, whether distant, or close, extended or not.

For the most part, a family will stick together no matter what you do, what you say, or who you say it to. This is a common truth for nearly all families.

This is why traditional family dynamics made no sense to the Largo family. However, they confused Pavi Largo the most of all. If a family is to love one another no matter what, then who could explain his family?

His mother had thought him only one thing, and that was something that he never forgot. Always love your family, no matter what, you family is forever. You cannot escape that. You have to deal with whatever your family does, because that is what needs to be done.

He never forgot that. Yet that statement was one of the most confusing that he had ever heard. Why should he have to put up with the behavior of his family that he wouldn't put up with from anyone else? Why in the world would he have to deal with the screaming rage from his brother, or the narcissism from his father? Why should he deal with his slut of a sister? He wouldn't, and didn't, out up with it from the anonymous face in the street.

It confused him to the point that he would end up with headaches from the mere thought of it.

What made a family a family? Why did he deal with his?

Is a family determined by their values? Their religion? Their attitudes, outlooks, or personalities? Or was it all based on blood? Genetics?

If this was true, there was no family in the world. Genes could be changed at a whim. He didn't know who he was related to if it was just based on genes. Not his family, that was sure enough.

In a world where genetics determined a family, and genes were changed in an instant, there could be no family. Pavi understood this, but it upset him all the same.

He hated the people he lived with. They hated him. If what his mother had told him was true, then they were allowed to do so.

And that is that. This was inspired by an artical I was reading on family dynamics, and family values. It made me think a good deal, and I highly suggest you try to look for it. I don't remember where it is, how to find it, or what it is called anymore, though.

Sorry for any mistakes!

Critiques are always appreciated!