Family

As a child i was always told, family is your blood, they all protect each other, they'll treat you good. i defended my sisters, if they got in trouble, i thought our family, that we all lived in a bubble. My family used to make jokes, i never understood, but family always mean well. so i laughed cause i thought i should. But when i grew up, they're comments made more sense, they were not funny, they were rude and meant with offense. The topic of the jokes changed, i became the scapegoat, i was their new humor, i swallowed the lump in my throat. The jokes became more physical, they started to bruise, but my family love me, surely its not abuse. I spoke to some friends, they made me realise, family shouldn't do this, Family shouldn't criticize. that day i left, i never went back. because family doesn't mean who you share blood with, family is who has your back.