blood is thicker than water... they say

if truly blood is thicker than water
then what is this that flows within us?
that we deserved those accusations
our ties of kindred, strained with enmity

if truly blood is thicker than water
then what is this that flows to my heart?
that i'm unmoved by tears and sorries
my faith eludes, skepticism rules me

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(LMK entry 10 Dec 2006: the unexpected visit)

I am furious.
That I wasn't there to witness it for myself.
Would I and the rest of us be convinced?

All those tales they had spun...
How my parents were shunned...
How late granny was cruelly neglected...
The relation we shared was woefully inferior to ordinary.
Repeated misdeeds. Repeated chances.
How then would I know if this is for real?

God, I know we should always have faith.
But what is this doubt that haunts me?