The Family Blood (Trifecta Week 76)

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:

BLOOD (noun)


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


a : lifeblood; broadly : life

b : human stock or lineage; especially : royal lineage <a prince of the blood>

c : relationship by descent from a common ancestor : kinship

d : persons related through common descent : kindred

e (1) : honorable or high birth or descent (2) : descent from parents of recognized breed or pedigree


  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
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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.



  1. I hope you also remind yourself of the beauty of adoption – that while there are other children being neglected in the world, someone picked you. I have a son who is adopted and he actually gets frustrated sometimes because people don’t believe it whenever he has mentioned it. They’ll tell him we look too much alike (which I absolutely love for us both). And from a parent’s perspective, I do totally forget we don’t share “proper genetics.” I’ve even gone so far as to explain how he could be left-handed because my dad & sister were & then caught myself & laughed with the dad I was telling because he caught my error too! My guess is that your cousin was having a jealous moment & the best he could come up with was a nagging resentment that you were chosen to be in the family, where he had no such brag. Peace, -j

    1. Haha no not at all, I am happy you shared your story. Everybody’s experiences are different. I have many times joked about inheriting “traits” from my adopted family. Low and behold, most of those same traits actually DO come from my birth family as well! Especially creative ones…

      I am very thankful to have been chosen, as my parents have always provided for me, and like I said, my friends have become my siblings in many ways – we are thick as thieves, so I am never truly alone.

      And as we speak, my cousins are opening up more to the family, so perhaps the times they are a’changin…

      1. Yea! I’m going to keep positive thoughts flowing your way for that to be the case. 🙂 Regardless, life can be beautiful even in the midst of ugliness – and even those dynamics are ever-changing. Peace, -j

  2. The emotions felt real and believable throughout, and when I read your piece at the end, I see why! I’m sorry that sometimes you feel left out. I feel that way sometimes with family and I’m not adopted. The guilt-induced visits are the worst.

  3. My thought is that you don’t necessarily have to be adopted to really relate to this story, and to feeling, sometimes, that ‘family’ is just a construct we lay on a group of people who happen to be related to one another. I can’t imagine how hurtful it must be to hear that you’re not a part of the family. 😦

    I really liked this piece. Thank you for sharing.

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