I totally agree with this!!
I’ve always took it as in “biological family” often have a certain affinity that allows them to recognize each others even unconsciously.
Like my aunt met her son after 13 years her husband had taken him away, without knowing that he was her son, but she was drawn to him kind off and they later realized that they were actually related.
I simply think that these plots emphasize the fact that somehow, biological family members are drawn to each involuntarily; not to minimize the bond between acquired family or adopted one.
But I get where you’re coming from, and your point makes sense too.
That’s a super sweet story. I”m happy your aunt was reunited with her son. I’m sorry I can’t really imagine how that works. My sister and I were in foster care because our parents abused us. They were our biological parents but they did absolutely heinous things to us. My sister’s body, to this day, is covered in scars. Yet our adoptive family is filled with people who would fight against anyone, even God, to protect us. My adoptive mom was just drawn to my sister the same way you say your aunt was drawn to her son. So I just can’t grasp the whole “magical blood ties equal love” thing. PS- I have a half sister who I met more than 20 years later and honestly I just don’t care about her at all. Nothing is wrong with her, she just isn’t my family. The only thing we have between us is blood after all.
I am sorry about your story, and I am glad that you were blessed with a good family.
I can relate with you about the half singling thing as I do not care about mine neither, but I believe that J would be able to recognize any of my other siblings whom I love more than my own self.
I don’t think that the “magical-family-bond” magic works all the time, especially if there isn’t any love present. And with all due respect, I don’t think that your biological parent were capable of that. I think that sometimes it works, and I like to believe that if I ever have a child, I would be able to recognize him regardless. But again, being parents is not about blood, and it is the main factor.
As long as you recognize the child or the other person as your family and you love them to the point were you desperately look for them everywhere and in everyone, you might eventually meet your child again if you’re lucky. (Every acknowledged bond makes it real)
There are so many stories out there where a person/family takes in a child and, over time, comes to love them as their own - only for it to be revealed that the child is actually biologically theirs. It’s like the reward for loving the child is that the child gets to become “real” family. It sickens me. It’s like the Pinocchio fairy tale. A puppet who’s loved gets to become a real boy, only it’s a child who’s loved gets to become “real” family. It’s a clear declaration by the author that biological relations are better and more precious than the love that can be given or received by an adopted child. (Btw I’m adopted)