Since i was a little boy, i have been living in two houses,in my mother's house and in my father's one.

I often have felt a strange feeling, To whom I belong? Which one ? Am I unfair for asking this kind of question, because they are my parents?

Should I take one of these sides and defend it? 

This feeling has always been in my mind, persecuting me, because if I have one of my parents I have a kind of thought, surely, depending on which one is with me, everything seems to be against the other person who is also my family, this is so awkward .

Fortunately, as time is always going by, i can notice more and more that what counts after all is what I have been doing with my family, the perspective I adopt, because i could easily live my parents' life all my years, but all I want to do is keep going, doing my things, making my life.

On the other hand, as i have been growing up, i was able to comprehend that family may be those who are by your side, it doesn't matter your family relaionship, if you have one.

I could note this theory when i went abroad, all the friends i made on my way became a sort of a family for me, maybe they are more close to me in terms of similar thoughts and way of thinking and  perceiving the reality aound us than my own family, cousins, aunts, etc.

So I ask you a question: What does family represent to you? are they the people who are part of the same group genetically linked to you?

That is a good question, because if we considere we came from the same couple as God said in the Bible, there are not families, but a big family called Humanity.