Family is something you’re born into, not something you choose. You end up with a unique group of people, each with their own good and bad sides. Being part of a family is like going on a winding road full of happy times and unexpected problems. This journey creates strong bonds but also sometimes leads to frustration.
When I was 7, a mysterious dollhouse showed up on our porch, wrapped in newspaper. We thought Santa had brought it, but my parents were just as confused. My dad thought a family friend had left it. That dollhouse became our favourite gift, and we spent hours playing with it.
Thirty years later, after Dad passed away, Mom finally told me the truth: she had secretly bought the dollhouse and put it on the porch. My dad had been a bit controlling and didn’t want her to buy it, but she did it anyway and kept the secret for 30 years.