The pull of family is not gravitational but magnetic, the pull is not constant but changes, one way or the other, negative then positive. The pull can switch as swift as you can throw the switch of a flip remark. The pull is always there pushing us away drawing us back, making us secure or hysterical but always there for better or worse. When we leave, get on a plane, drive away, we feel this pull of family, even though not gravitational it still grounds us.
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