Love doesn't always have to be political.
I feel like this could easily be a story between my mom and her younger brother. But I felt like it was also applicable to me. I know I could do more to show my care for my country, but in the end, we're all just living our lives.
Its about a brother, a newly-married sister, and their mother. All three of them not really seeing eye to eye, but all of them still trying their best to function as a family.
Some arguments about beliefs end up in stalemates, with both sides agreeing to disagree. Growing up doesn't mean
knowing how to prove you're right, sometimes it means knowing that just because you're right doesn't mean that the others are wrong. It also means compromise, and assuming roles left by the ones that left before you