The thing about this lovely phrase is how much you sometimes wish it wasn't true. For instance, it's 3:15 am on a Saturday night. You've just been out all night, you're tired, possibly inebriated, and the last thing you want is a call from your younger brother asking if you will be a kindhearted soul and take him in for the eve. He's down the street, his ride has long since gone, but you really don't want to have to sleep with one eye open because you're nervous he might get confused in the middle of the night and pee on something.
But, of course, blood is thicker than water, so you bite the bullet, don't make him sleep outside or force him to wander the mean streets of Lincoln Park at dusk, waiting for the Metra. Take care of your brothers and sisters because at the end of the day, they're probably the ones you're going to remember the most when you get Alzheimer's.
That's a fact.
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