What is family without an extensive arm, without an eye for an eye looking over one another, without pink lips shaping into a smile demonstrating love and care. What is a family without an instant thought of existence of another, without a phone text stating love and compassion messages despite the lack of dismissal. What is family if a mother and father have shaped away and created a dimension of hatred and depression to only be spread to the rest. Family is that, broken and in cry for help. Family without a home is nothing. A home is a heart for unity and love. Without it, family is not a place to look for but to create one on your own.