"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
Family is family. Siblings are siblings. As long as children are growing together in a secure environment, surrounded by people who love them, labeling those relationships serves no purpose. Half siblings are siblings. Period.
