What is family?

What is family?

Sitting in a living room cleaned up for a feline foster mom to assess the house before dropping off a five-month old kitten for my childhood friend (who has also been a spouse for over 30 years), I wonder.

What is family?

Rather, who is family?

And, what is love?

Living in the same house for almost 30 years, stuff accumulates.

Life.

Yeah, life.

Beer, cigarettes, toilet cleaner, clothes moths, once-watched DVDs.

Photographic evidence of lapsed friendships.

Love not truly lost, just put on hold until the next hello, the next hug.

Who is my family?

You know who.

You’ve read it here.

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