At the end of the day, I still love my family, because I still cry each time we quarrel because it is painful and it hurts, for every fight amongst loved ones.
Not that there's any, but just a thought.
I love my family, in funny and unfathomable ways I suppose.
I love my family, and the very selfish me thinks I don't love them and do enough.
I think
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