a happy dysfunctional family

a dysfunctional family, that's what i had for a lonng time, or rather a estranged half-brother. i also thought that my brother hated my father, but even though i prayed with all my soul that one day he could forgive my father. after like four years he finally is trying to make ammends. even though he is still far from actually trusting my father, he does in a sort of twisted way , love him. in any case i know he does it for his motives, 'free food, rides, and other things "but why do we love our parents? we love them because they provide us with everything necessary for our neccesary survivals. in any case i'm glad my estrabged brother and my ever stubborn father are actually going from handshake, to pat, to hug.. yes it seems like your normal every day jabber but i tell you that for the moment, i do believe. i do believe in miracles.