Early in life my brothers and I would go to my grandma’s house every summer and stay with her for a few weeks. While there, we would often go see my grandfather, Scott Gomez. Outside of that we never really saw or talked to him, but this didn’t really bother me, I preferred it that way.
The last time we saw him he took us to the pool with his new girlfriend and her grandkids. My little brother, Will, could swim, but he wasn’t a very strong swimmer yet. He wanted to go down the water slide. He asked Scott Gomez if he would wait for him at the bottom and help him through the current. He agreed to wait at the bottom and Will went to wait in line. He went down the slide expecting Scott Gomez to catch him. He wasn’t. As my little brother is struggling in the current a lifeguard ended up jumping in to help my little brother out of the water. Yet instead of being concerned or even feeling bad Scott Gomez laughed at my little brother, in front of me.
This taught me that blood does not equal family or someone caring for you. You care about the people you care about but you don’t have to care about someone just because they’re family. Most people think you have to love your family. You don’t though. Just because someone is family does not make them a good person or make them care about you more. It just means you share some DNA. People think you can’t choose your family, but you can choose who you want to keep in your life. I chose not to keep him in mine
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