If someone is inside my circle of trust, it doesn't matter if blood is thicker than water. If I count someone as mine, it doesn't matter if we share genetic coding. If I care about someone, that is all it will take for me to go crazy mama bear in defense.
If someone eat meals with our family and spends the night frequently, and in my morning question for the kids of, "Do you need me to pack you a sandwich?" I hear someones voice say, "Yes," I will pack someone a sandwich.
And tell someone to ignore my kids who are saying I make the worst sandwiches. I just happen to believe that when packing a lunch, sandwiches go in the bottom of the bag and everything else gets piled on top. If my sandwich doesn't have the imprint of an apple on it, it's just not as good as it could have been.
For the record, the only sandwich that I squished today was my own. And it was delicious!
This post inspired by today's prompt at NaBloPoMo