She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes -- her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green -- exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just like Harrys did. Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection. Mum? he whispered. Dad? They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harrys knobbly knees -- Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life. --J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone) Some people are lucky enough to have a loving family, while others are less fortunate. Others may have never met their family, or instead have chosen not to be with them. Some people dont even have a family to call their own. Families can be related by blood, while others have come together by other means. Regardless of what your family is, what they look like, and how they make you feel at times - a family is what you make of it and how you stand by each other, unflinching, through the good times and the bad. We may not all have it together, but together we have it all. Happy Family Day 2014.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Feb 2014 18:20:04 +0000
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