F is for Family
I think family is particularly poignant at this time of year, as we flock to our family to exchange gifts, spend some time together, and probably have a bit of an argument too. As I live in London, away from my family in Cardiff, I really miss them. Especially my little nephew Jacob. So for birthdays or major holidays, like Christmas, I always go back to visit. And today I was rewarded with seeing my other half Dani, spend time with Jacob playing some alien-shooting computer game. During their game playing, Jacob turned to Dani to say thank you for playing with him. Dani replied by saying he enjoyed playing games together. And, bless his little heart, Jacob replied with "I love you, I do." Some times just the smallest of gestures or words can mean so much, and often just being around family is enough. Family can reassure us, comfort us in times of need, and make us laugh, or cry. They can be the people we hate most in the world, or the people we would do anything, including die, for.
But however we interact with our family, you cannot deny that they can have a hugely profound impact on who we are. As we grow up they help us learn new things and guide our understanding of the world and the way it works, such as morals or religion. To the same extent, they can also have a negative impact, teaching us bad habits and behaviour. Almost every fictional book will touch on family in some way for these very reasons.
But however we interact with our family, you cannot deny that they can have a hugely profound impact on who we are. As we grow up they help us learn new things and guide our understanding of the world and the way it works, such as morals or religion. To the same extent, they can also have a negative impact, teaching us bad habits and behaviour. Almost every fictional book will touch on family in some way for these very reasons.
What fascinates me about the YA genre is that more often than not, the protagonist's family is broken up, missing, abusive or dead. There aren't many happy families at the start of a YA story. Is this a reflection on modern family life, or does it make a protagonist's story more difficult and interesting?
But regardless of whether there are family members in the picture they can show us the truth behind a character. Is the protagonist bitter because of their upbringing, spoilt, or loyal? Take The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. Anyone who has read or seen The Hunger Games can't deny that Katniss' loyalty and protection of her sister is truly admirable. Katniss doesn't display the same feelings for her mother, but that's because their home life isn't that straightforward.
I was terrified. I suppose that now my mother was locked in some dark world of sadness, but at the time, all I know was that I had lost not only a father, but a mother as well. At eleven years old, with Prim just seven, I took over as head of the family. There was no choice. I bought our food at the market and cooked it as best I could and tried to keep Prim and myself looking presentable. Because if it had become known that my mother could no longer care for us, the district would have taken us away from her and placed us in the community home. I'd grown up seeing those kids at school. The sadness, the marks of angry hands on their faces, the hopelessness that curled their shoulders forward. I could never let that happen to Prim. Sweet, tiny Prim who cried when I cried before she even knew the reason, who brushed and plaited my mother's hair before we left for school, who still polished my father's shaving mirror each night because he'd hated the layer of coal dust that settled on everything in the Seam. The community home would crush her like a bug. So I kept our predicament a secret.
What does family mean to you?
