I've come to know several people that have lost family, and often it makes me wonder what it means for me to have mine. I cried when we thought my mom had cancer, but what are they to me?
When I get sad, I think of a few friends. I don't look to my parents or my brothers for comfort. My parents talk money to me. My brothers talk computers. And no one ever... ever... talks about anything that matters.
I know that I look to a lot of people here to be my replacement family. I'm not anchored anywhere, not even in Berkeley. I don't have a place that I really call home. The main problem is, I wonder if the people I choose to be my family, are ever ready to take on that kind of commitment.
