Some essays about relatives
When I was too young, I only knew that my relatives were the ones who would surround me and accompany me. Later, many of my relatives were gone, and my eyes focused on my grandmother, who had been waiting for me.
Intention: Family love is an instinct engraved in your bones. It is the certainty that you know there is someone waiting for you behind you, no matter it is right or wrong. It doesn't require you to be perfect, and it may even be accompanied by stumbling, but the connection will always be unbreakable.