What does family mean to me?

What does family mean to me? That’s a somewhat difficult question considering family doesn’t really have a “meaning” to me. Honestly, it’s more of a feeling. Just thinking about my family gives me an instant feeling of comfort, then happiness. I can’t help but think of all the crazy times and laughs we have shared. But, if I had to give a specific definition it would be… family- a tightly knit group of relatives that love no matter the circumstances, laugh together, spend time together, and endure most holidays in each other’s presence.
My place in my family is a little more difficult to describe. I hold a different place for all the people in my family. To my sister I am a playmate. We’ve made up too many games to count, played outside countless hours, and laughed until we both cried. I’m my dad’s listening ear. Whenever he has just learned a new guitar song I’m usually there to tell him what a good job he is doing. To my mom, I’m anything from a part-time housekeeper when she is too exhausted after work or a therapist who discusses how her day went. All of the jobs hold a special place in my heart, even if they are time consuming or tiresome because a person needs to do whatever they can for their family. Just because they should.
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