It’s truly remarkable how family relationships, whether you’ve known them your whole life or discovered them on a random Tuesday in your 60s—have an incredible way of worming under your skin. It doesn’t matter if they’ve been living thousands of miles away or if you’ve shared approximately zero holidays, birthdays, or even awkward small talk.

The moment someone says, «We’re family,» it’s like a magic spell that somehow exceeds decades of distance and a lifetime of not even knowing each other’s names. Apparently, biology can hop across oceans and decades without losing its ability to cause drama.  

It’s almost poetic, these relationships defy logic, practicality, and even reality. All it takes is a distant cousin, a missed Christmas, or a shared DNA strand to turn strangers into emotional landmines. Family is probably the only thing with the ability to connect people who’ve lived on different continents for decades and still somehow make it feel like you owe them something. Just like Quantum mechanics, It’s universal, timeless, and, honestly, exhausting.