As I ate my lunch laughing politely with a home who considered me part of it, I understood the reason of my discomfort. I realize they love loudly, follow the beat of their heart and unashamedly trail warmth onto their fingertips and their roots.

The type to say "I cut fruits for you," and "I want to eat with you," and "I bought this because you said you liked it,". The type to pull you close when you walk through the door, to laugh with their stomach and curl their hand on other's shoulders, to burst into tears at the harbinger of good news or bad news.

For my brother who lived with family that keeps their love in their blood but not their skin, watching those who shines love with their teeth encompass him and melt into him, I think maybe this what he needed all along.