We love our inherited families, mostly. Love reigns, mostly. We suffer with them, for them, and because of them. The bond is so tremendous that it follows us even when we think we have run away.
What we observe as children at our homes — how reactions are made, responses initiated, how the air at home carries joys and disappointments, evil intentions, and aggravations — all of these influence our responses and actions at our own individual homes we create as adults. Commonly called ‘baggage’, is this inheritance all too important? Or can it be laughed off? Can a person ‘fight’ it, or is that even necessary?