“Ty, I don’t want to be the cause of another family fight. Please!”

Their personalities were as different as their appearance. Don was a peacemaker. A kind soul who wanted to see those around him happy. And he would do what he needed to in order to make that happen. Even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness.

“Don’t worry about it,” he ruffled Don’s messy hair. “Family is family. I know how to keep mine safe.”

There was worry, but one thing Don had was absolute trust in his brother.

author’s notes: My parents adopted our oldest brother when they decided to start a family. A short time later, they decided to get pregnant and had my sister. Three years after her, I decided to surprise them.
Perhaps, because my family is a mixture of chosen, tried, and oops, I’m drawn to the notion that we get to choose our family. Friends are important and a blessing, but they can come and go out of our lives. Family is something we fight for. We remain in each others lives and blood isn’t what defines us.
Selina