What makes a family

They say you can't choose your family but you can choose your friends. Well I beg to differ, would you like to meet my lovely family?
Well my father comes from a very large family, yet we have nothing to do with any of them, as they are not exactly very nice people. So in my biological family there are my Father, Mother, Brother and me. I am from Germany, originally.So much for my biological family, now come and meet the rest of my great, wonderful and lovely family!
This is my Dad, his name is Bill, he is over 70 years old. I met him when I first came to England, he took me under his wing and has been very much like a real dad to me. We have a good relationship. My parents know about him, but they have never met as yet.
Now come and meet my Mum! Like any Mum, she's a very caring, loving Mum. She is from India originally. She is a very petite woman, just over 5 foot tall. I on the other hand am nearly 6 foot tall. One day I was walking down one side of the road & Mum happened to be walking up the other side of the road the same time, but she hadn't seen me, so I called out "Mum", and as any Mum does she looked around. I ran, that is to say, walked across to her and gave her a hug, naturally. Wouldn't you? Every one up & down the street turned & looked at us. ( It's a short street.) There is this little petite Indian woman giving this huge white brick outhouse built woman a hug ,and every one heared me call her Mum. You can imagine the strange looks that we got.
My Mum is a very loving giving person. I have a great relationship with my Mum. I can talk to her about anything and everything, just as I can with my Mother.
My Parents came over to England from France, where they have retired to, a few years ago, and after having been here for a few hours, having had a cup of coffee and a wee rest, my Mother and my Father both asked, " isn't your Mum coming, we hoped that we would meet her." they were very happy when I told them that she would be there in a few hours. My Parents and my Mum got on very well, as if they had known each other for years. It was a very lovely, enjoyable, funny meeting.
I, kept the best till last.
I have a very very wonderful Sister and I adore her. She is an inspiration to me. I met her first when we both were on a course in carpentry. She was half a year ahead of me, I was sitting on the wood bins outside ( it was summer) reading and this beautiful woman came over and started talking to me where as no-one else had ever tried to talk to me in college unless they had to. We got on great , right from the start. She took me under her wings and the guys then started to make friends with me as well. I loved doing the carpentry. We even worked together at some point when my Sister had her own timber decking busyness. Oh I could write a novel about my Sister so I better stop now. My parents have sort of adopted her as well. She has proven that she is a very good person that any family would love to have in their midst. She was there when I needed her the most. She is someone I can always rely on. I just hope that I'm as good as her in regards to being there when needed. I know I try.
Because my Sister and I sort of unofficially adopted each other I thereby also inherited her family. She has 3 children of her own. 2 boys & 1 girl. My Sister has also got an adopted son and an adopted nephew.
My family is a very mixed and loving family. My family is made up of various colours and cultures. My Parents are from Germany, my Dad is a cockney, from the east end of London, my Mum is from India and my Sister is from England. My Nephews are from England but they are black. So you see a real family can have many colour and cultural backrounds. And the best part of it is that we all love each other very much. More than that I have a very good friend who is black and deaf and my Parents have met him and they got on great with him, he is sort of adopted into the family as well. My Father said to him Son. My Parents met him the same time as they met my Mum. That was a great meeting when I had to translate english into english sign language and at the same time into german, well that made for quite a few laughs. Good thing is that my Mother can speak some english so a lot of the time, after making a few big silly ooopps mistakes when translating, I only had to translate into english and sign language. My Nephews are great guys as well. I better stop or you will end up sitting there for the next few hours reading about my very mixed but absolutely wonderful family.