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An Ode to Them

It starts in the morning.

"Hasn't she woke up. Its already 7? She s going to be late again. Why can't she be more responsible?"

 "Hurry up. You dad is waiting. Drink the juice first". 
"But it tastes like crap".

 "Whats for breakfast?".
"Cereal".
"Again? Its the weekend!"
"Then you come to the kitchen and cook".

Complaints. Arguments. Mockery. It was part and puzzle of the package. Put any two people under the same roof and they will find a reason to argue about something. As such, imagine putting five. The modern, globalist single would brand it an outdated institution, one that would limit his freedom and career and replace it with responsibilities and chores. Why bind oneself to one partner? Why have children? Why not just cohabit-ate? Why not just get a pet?

Why go through all that trouble?

Yes it is chaotic. Yes, it does not always work out the way one wants. Yes I wished he would stop telling me what step to take at every point in my life. Yes the fights are often mean and hurtful. Yes I could have had more freedom in my actions if they weren't there.

But at the end of the day, after the harsh world chews you, exhausts you and spits you out, it is strangely comforting to come back to a place called home where the very people who argue with you and make fun of you are willing to stand by your side and let you know that in this journey, they are going to be by your side.

Yes we fight. Yes we complain. Because we know we can and still be loved and accepted despite all our flaws.
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