The stereotypical American Image rests atop a fireplace, adorned with third-world praise. A mother and father and two children smile back through restless, time-worn eyes. But in the end a family like that is just a shell. A frail and humble ode to true kinship. Family doesn't come from the pages of a magazine advertising suburbian bliss. It comes from the heart. A people brought together by common similarity with the insane notion and belief that they should stay together-no matter what. This sense of bonding is what creates a family. Time spent arguing and laughing, and hating each other only to come back when times turn tough. No matter what the image, a house is just a house until a family creates a home.
