Actions speak louder than words

No one really says they love each other in my family. It's all done in action - never in words. It's funny, because my sister and I have admitted to mutual friends the same thing: if we were to tell each other that we loved one another, we'd break down crying and wouldn't be able to stop. We try and avoid those kinds of situations in my family because we're emotionally supposed to be Spartans. (But we aren't)

So, in lieu of words, we show actions - we're always there to help each other, and we're always always willing to go out of our way for one another. You get a phone call from Dad or sister, you act on it. You help your family when they ask for help. (It takes a lot for us to ask for help, too)

My sister lives in Boston, so I can't help her as much as I did.

I work for my father, which is essentially continuous help. He can ask me to do just about anything and I'll do it - because he's my family, and family is all you've ever really got.

Jam it back in, in the dark.