whatever you do, whatever happens. even if you reshuffle the world. We're still bloodrelated. You can't deny this. There are times where you disagree, not in talking terms, not-yet-ready-to-accept-things-as-they-come. At the end of the day, at the end of the essay, we are one family. There are times when I don't feel comfortable, when it's not my comfortzone. but it takes two to tango. Still, I love my family. no matter what. it hurts when I see broken families, or even in the family broken promises. you need to work on it, trust has to be rebuild again. but that will take time. With my brother and parents: My parents are definitely making sure that I know where I come from, who are part of my family tree and I practically know most of them. Million thanks to the two, for teaching and showing us our roots. Axalan, Reyes, Abe, Mendoza, Brucal and and and . . . Axalan . Grandfather, Grandmother and Uncle Abe : Grandmother and Uncle Scattered all over the places, but you...