Family

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I had just finished packing my stuff. As I looked around the empty apartment that I had learned to call home, it now looked unnaturally empty. Bare. Lonely.  Some how though it still felt like home. When people say home is were your heart is, I never seemed to understand what they meant. I do now. I was never at home in the large cold mansion. I was never at home surrounded by blood. By "family". I was at home in New York surrounded by the gang. This was family. Full hearted laughs. Meaningful tears. Real smiles. They might not by blood but family is more than blood.

We had finally landed in California. It was a nice trip though, with the private plane. The private jet. It was nice. After all we are the most powerful gang in the entire western hemisphere. It has its perks.

I now just prayed that this time California will not destroy my life. I only hoped it didn't destroy me.

Sorry about not updating in a while. Next time I will try to make it longer.

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