Family is where love begins and never ends. Get ready to smile, tear up, and feel all the emotions as you read these touching stories that prove family love truly has no limits.

Story 1
Last week, my sister came to me in tears: her fiancé pranked her in front of his friends pretending to propose in an elaborate setup, then laughed and said, “You really thought I was serious, babe?” His friends all laughed while she stood there, humiliated. She didn’t break up with him (which I think she should have), but she was heartbroken.

Fast forward to last night, he joined at a family dinner. While chatting, a relative casually asked when they’re getting married. Before my sister could answer, he smirked and said, “Guess she’ll just have to wait and see, huh?” That was it for me. I chimed in, smiling sweetly, and said, “Oh, is this like how she had to wait for that hilarious fake proposal in front of all your friends? That was so funny, right? Let’s all have a good laugh about it now.”

The table went dead silent, and my parents looked pissed at him. He stammered something about it being a joke, but my dad straight-up told him, “That’s not a joke. That’s cruelty!” He left shortly after. Hopefully, he learned his lesson—never mess with my sister. [edited]

Story 2
My sister was 2 at the time and barely spoke. Looked at me, and reached for my head. I leaned in, and she said while patting my hair: “Brothar, you aev susch a buutiful head” (tried to get that cute kid-accent through text). She’s 9 now, and we had lots of great moments, I think we’re really good siblings, but this one really stuck with me.
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Story 3
When I lost my job, I tried to hide how bad things were from my 12-year-old daughter. But one day, I came home to find a tiny envelope with $14 and a note: “From tutoring the neighbor’s kid. We’re in this together.” That’s when I realized I wasn’t the only one trying to hold us up—she was too.

Story 4
My little sister and I are only two years apart and are incredibly close. She treats me like I’m the perfect human ever, and I try my best to live up to it.

One time she asked me to throw the Frisbee with her outside, but I said I didn’t want to because the yard was full of those white clovers that attract a lot of bees, and I didn’t want to step on a bee (we both always prefer to be barefoot outdoors). She comes back an hour or two later and asks me to play Frisbee again. I remind her that we can’t because of the clovers. She tells me there aren’t any clovers, and when I step outside, it becomes apparent to me that she picked every single clover in the whole yard. There were hundreds of them, thousands maybe.

Story 5
I was clearing out my late father’s phone when I found a voicemail he’d never sent. It was addressed to me. He said he was proud of the way I raised my kids, that he wished he’d said it more. I sat there in the garage, crying like a child. I’d thought we ended on a quiet note—but hearing those words felt like a door I’d thought was closed swung open again. Now I keep that voicemail saved, like a little piece of him I can carry in my pocket.