The Family Blood
Blood is thicker than water.
He hated that phrase. The exclusivity of it made him cringe.
Besides, it was all a lie. When your family stock was so spread out across the country that your nearest cousin was two states away, blood was no longer a factor in your life. You no longer cared.
But his mother still tried.
“Harry, think about it, please. They all want to see you.”
He glared out the apartment window. The children frolicking below thought it was because of them, and they moved away to play somewhere else. “They never call. I haven’t seen Mackenzie since she was two years old. I don’t even think Brenna likes me.”
His mother sighed. “Why do you say that?”
“I don’t know, mom, maybe it’s because she never friended me back on Facebook.”
“Does that matter?”
His sarcasm was lost on her. “Come on, it’s obvious from how she acts. Why on earth would I come to their reunion?”
“Please, just think about it. You’re still family.”
“You know, it was Ron that told me I was not really a member of the family all those years ago.”
His mother must have sensed his tension, because her voice rose. “Harry, he’s sorry about that-“
“No. I’m adopted. Like they’ve made abundantly clear: they don’t want me there.”
He hung up and threw the cell phone onto the couch.
Kindred. Ties. Obligation.
He knew in four hours he would be on the plane, headed for his adopted parent’s house in Abington.
Because no matter how hard he tried to fight it, even though his cousins were a tight knit group he could never break into, even though he was an only child, he knew:
Sometimes the blood wasn’t on the inside. It just rubbed off and happened to leave a mark.
But it didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.
This was for the Trifecta Challenge:
a (1) : the fluid that circulates in the heart, arteries, capillaries, and veins of a vertebrate animal carrying nourishment and oxygen to and bringing away waste products from all parts of the body (2) : a comparable fluid of an invertebrate
b : a fluid resembling blood
: the shedding of blood; also : the taking of life
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This week’s word is blood.
Title shamelessly stolen from Doctor Who. 😉
I am adopted, and there are definitely times I feel the strain. Especially lately, it feels like my cousins have grown up into two very distinct clans, and I, sibling-less, sort of get left out. All the time. This definitely came from a real place. But I know they are still my family, and I still go to them and spend time with them, because that’s what families do.
And yes, when I was a child, one of my older cousins really did tell me I wasn’t a real part of the family. I never forgot it, even though he probably did. Adopted kids have it rough! But hey, I turned out mostly sane, and my family is also my friends, and my sisters are my best friends. I got back in touch with my birthfamily, so we are also very close.
Life works in mysterious ways.