I kinda don't care about most of my family all that much. I don't even know if I can call it love. I tolerate them, I guess, but I for some reason just don't care. I've been the weird one in the family and the one they seem perfectly fine "subtly" insulting or telling jokes about to people right in front of me. I understand that they love me and that I can trust me... And I see what they do for me. But if I only saw my sister and left the other ones to never see them again... I don't think I'd feel all that bad.