My family. My big, noisy, annoying family. Everybody going from one place to the other, everybody running to nowhere, wandering, just for the sake of it.
The grown ups with their important, real problems like the unpaid electricity bill, and the kids with their great problems (having lost their favourite crayon, making their mind on if they want an ice cream or a chocolate bar).
The women talking about recipes, clothes, what did they do during the week, how much did their children piss them off. All this while they are in the kitchen, inmersed in flavours and diverse aromas.
And the gentlemen, relaxed, talking about football (their greatest passion). Was it really a penalty? Why did the coach let this useless player be in field in the first place?
Everybody knows what to do. If any man dares to go to the kitchen, he will be looked as an intruder, and gently invited to leave, now!
It's lunchtime. Again, everyone knows what is their position at the table. The children next to their mom, the men sitting together, and the women (these women I love so much!) serving plates with the same love they had prepared the food.
Lunch will be enjoyed. All members of this exclusive clan talking at the same time, nonsensical words, just because they want to express somehow how happy and lucky they are to be together for another Sunday.
I look at them while no one looks at me, and I realize how much I love these people. How well do I know them, and what a huge place do they ocuppy in my heart. My family is my everything, and yes, many times I can't stand them, and yes, many times I get angry 'cause they don't notice I'm talking, but I know that all anger or dissapointment is just temporary. Sooner or later I'll fall in love with them again. My family is my only safe place in the world, where everything is and will be estable.
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