Every family has their good times, and their bad times. Depending on what family, usually one more than the other. I have three older sisters (yes, I am the youngest). And, yeah, my sisters and I fight--a lot sometimes, depending on the situation. Some of the fights are really bad, and some of them are just plain stupid. But, despite the fact that we fight, they're still my family. I would do anything for them. And I know that they would do the same (You would, wouldn't you, guys?) Because they know what I've been through, and they know me. Too well sometimes. =)
Anyways, my point is, that I love my family, no matter what they do. Because we have to stick together. We wouldn't have gotten through some things if we didn't.