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Original art by Zorro Re. Please don't read what follows if you aren't interested in my sad story. This question touched me a lot and Mommy offered to go see her furry parents in November and it stirred a lot of feelings in me. So I guess I would explain a bit what the picture means.

My irl parents loves me but they aren't the nurturing kind. My father's parents were hard-working, no-love-shown farmer type. All you could expect from them was a simple compliment at the end of a week of hard work. While belonging to a big family, with a dozens of cousins and aunts and uncles, we had little ever contact with them as they battle for inheritance. My father's brother said many hateful words to us as they shared my grandfather's inheritance (before his death, so to pay less taxes).

My mother and her two brothers were left in charge of a couple of farmers by their parents. My grandfather was a captain in the french army, and had done same with his first three kids (one killed himself from the feeling of being abandonned) and even asked the french army to kick his kids and ex-wife out of the army base after their divorce in the middle of the Algerian independance war... He sold his neighboors that were supporting the independance to the army, so he wasn't a really nice guy.
My mother was raised with her brothers never knowing their parents, and while the one I called my grandmother loved her dearly, her husband never considered them family. I loved going their in this small manor, despite it falling into ruins. We were never family overall, always keeping us at a distance, especially during birthdays and christmas, which quickly turned out for me in just getting stuff my father wanted or usefull stuff, never anything I really wanted past a certain age.

My mother and her brothers splitted after the death of my grandfather because of the inheritance, and especially after my mother connected with her own. I discovered my grandmother in my mid-twenties. She was a nice lady, but interested in sucess, and I was the unsuccessfull of the family and so she never took any particular interest in me (and she was going senile). She died a few years after along my adoptive grandmother.

I have a lot of people alive as my kin, but not sure any consider me really family. I've been hurt, I've been between life and death in an hospital bed and I barely got any kindness and help. I crave for people wanting to accept me and wanting to love me... but I can't quench the fear they'll turn on me. I don't know what family is. I pray one day I do.

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